Not a white armored knight

I am nameless, faceless,
    Last but one of my kind;


    When I ride out -
    O, Road, take me:
          No bitter tears will fall,
          No one will embrace me,
          Nor while waving
          Will see me out.

    My war - divine and spiritual;
    Weapon - works, thoughts and dreams;
    Blood that is spilt - proof of my existence;
    Honour, trophies, kingdoms - merely fiction.

    I am hidden, forgotten, forbidden -
    Dusty roads travelling,
    Wind and sun befriending,
    During long nights - to the moon howling
    And never a sweet dream dreaming.

    I am a knight with not white armor.