The White Knight

There is a man dressed all in white

He battles Darkness day and night

He fights vile evils with no end

His wounds that pain, he cannot mend

He fights and fights but cannot win

He sees them fall his friends, his kin

For all his work, Sin never dies

Witness anguish in his eyes

But what was gained, against such odds?

He’s won the favor of his gods

This Knight hails not from distant land

His fight, though just, was never planned

The Knight is born each day anew

This Knight is me; this Knight is you.