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.