Wounded Warrior

He lays in the dead of night
Wounded, broken and scarred
His blood seeps onto the ground
His armor in broken shards

His metal of white is tarnished
Stained with the marks of a war
In the battle between good and bad
His mind has now been torn

Weakened from reality
He starts to question his fate
Always the hero, the protector
There to keep everyone safe.

But no matter how often the fight
It seems his good will always fall
Bad will always override
And always keep control

No matter how much he tries
Victory is always out of reach
The others always take it away
And claim it or their own selfish needs

Stepped on, walked over and kicked
Thrown into the depths of despair
Knighthood revoked, heroism denied
Disposed of, never to be repaired

Undeserving of happiness he always seeks
He is not the knight after all
He will bow to the darkened king
He will give everything to silently fall

The king, the queen, the sorceress
The commander with the blade
He will bow his head in defeat
He is the one they will choose to slay

His will is too weak to protect
He seems to waste time anyway
So he will let the darkness take over
If he can get up and walk away

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[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Interesting...
More punctuation, I feel, would help the reader to follow the flow and read it as you had perceived it.