The White Knight

He stands tall this white knight

Always ready to raise his mighty sword

Yet though he hides behind his shield, he knows no fear

Except from himself and the awful secrets he holds

His heart is of pure gold, shining brighter than the sun

Having been polished by the wishes and dreams cast upon it

His face is never seen for it is kept shadowed by the mask he
wears

He does not cower behind his mask as others do

He wears it proudly protecting others from what he really is

A white knight upon a majestic horse,

A lone wolf, searching for prey

And still yet a pup still yearning for love

Why does such a man keep himself hidden from the fray?

Perhaps he fears the battle or perhaps he fears the outcome,

But most of all he will always fear himself