Knight in rusted armor

Oh valiant soul

Aching to be the savior of all

The penance of sins you did not commit

Your armor has never been the shining

Pinnacle of paragons 

You foresake the ability 

Of those you protect 

From quixotic demons

To call upon you for help. 

Your armor, oxidized from years of longing

For importance, relevance,

Now dented from your fumbles and forays 

Of projected inner turmoils;

Should you remove your helm you’d see

They want help building windmills.

They know you’ll fight for them,

And that you’ve fought. 

It is time for you to rest,

Both yourself,

And your armor. 

Let the patina of age and experience shine. 


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