The warrior walks alone
Unmoved by the world
Content to joust
With those who approach
Turning away his soul, afraid
And bearing his sword.
Within the brittle shell of armor
Lives a spirit
A lover
A magician
A lonely child
Who as a man has lost his way
And so his connection to others.
Now sweet water seeps
Through frozen plates
Bursting the seams
To reveal spring’s embrace
The knight gives way to day.