The Little Boy Who Played The Knight
He was looking down with murmured words,
and things would leave him alone along with the birds.
He had no point, carefree in his mind,
still he signed.
There in the midst of concrete ramble she flew,
asking for deliverance a helping hand from who?
Her story was all too sad,
wrought with abuse and the mad.
The little boy saw the cause, ran home and prepared his thoughts
since that day the fire was made, kindled gently by the passion that stayed.
Day in and day out he did trials slew beasts for her,
Not once was he thanked or given a token still he...