A Knight’s Prayer

Who is left to knight the brave?
Run valiant battles yet remain a slave.
Kings and courts play for gold
for love, for loss Knights are sold.

Who is left to save our souls?
Broken frames and empty goals.
Father, mother, daughter, son
stand fast and strong ’til days are done.

Who is left to knight the brave?
With sword in hand our souls to save.
Stretch out your hands to those above
stand not in fear but bound in love.

©2012 Andrew B. Clark