Fallen White Knight by RachellaJH@deviantart.com
Than see him fall to the ground disappointing their hopes To continue to exhibit the illusion of strength Even when that illusion covers a gaping wound And as the cheering crowds depart the coliseum in silence Mourning not his injuries but their own disappointment Leaving only the critics who look down with disapproving stares As the one once lifted up as the hero becomes the outcast And the white rider becomes quickly forgotten and ignored His life’s blood sacrificed to quench the desire of the masses Now crippled, he is quickly replaced by another who takes up the banner When yesterday’s heroes fall from grace We turn away in fear, for if those who we placed little lower than gods With all their strength and mental resolve and ability If they can know the sting on failure and weakness of wounds Then what hope do we mere mortals have Neil White, 2014
Sign of the Rose 