A lone knight sat in the heart of a forest, where shadows play, as the world slipped away. Amidst the green, where sunlight dappled leaves, He pondered deeply, heart heavy with grieves. The trees whispered secrets, ancient, Of battles fought, and of stories untold. The wind carried songs of sorrow and loss, Of comrades fallen, their lives at a harsh cost. His armor, once shining, now tarnished and worn, Reflected the battles through which he had borne. Each dent and scratch, a story of pain, A reminder of victories that felt all in vain. He thought of his castle, now cold and still, Of the laughter that once echoed on the hill. Of the eyes that had looked to him for their light, Now lost in the darkness of an endless night. The forest around him was alive and bright, yet there was no light within his heart. The joy of the past seemed distant and gray, As memories of love slowly faded. He felt the weight of a world on his chest, Of promises broken, and dreams laid to rest. A knight, once noble, now bowed by his fears, His eyes filled with the weight of unshed tears. He sought the solace of the forest's embrace But found only echoes in its vast space. For even the trees, in their silence so deep, Could not soothe the knight's sorrow or his need to weep. He longed for the days when his sword was his voice When battles were fought with honor and choice. But now, as he sat in the quiet so profound, He found no solace in the peace that surrounded him. Amid the green, with his head bowed low, The knight felt the tears begin to flow. For a warrior's heart is not made of stone, And even the bravest can feel alone. So he sat, surrounded by nature's grand art, A lonely knight, with a broken heart. For in the quiet of the forest's deep, He found no solace, only sadness and sleep.
