Stuck in an endless game,
Caught in a trap by the mighty king,
Passing level upon level that look the same,
Learning how to kill a boar without a single ring,
Wondering why it looks so real,
Walking alone day to day,
Fighting bosses with all his might,
Getting new materials with every kill,
Seeing them fade away,
The stunning Black Knight.
Seeing the end in sight,
Only thirty levels to go,
After two years of fright,
Never seeing any real snow,
The White Princess by his side,
Sword fighting like no other,
Each guild brings forth the Black Knights plight,
Traveling through caverns never needing a guide,
Meeting his dear friend who's more like a brother,
The stunning Black Knight.
Part of the program whose memory was lost,
The daughter but a shadow of the protectors,
Until they needed her help, at which she paid the heavy cost,
Parents stricken by grief become spectors,
Going back to lead the battle with The Knights of the Blood,
Level 75 ready to be conquered,
The mighty king in plain sight, waiting for the final fight,
And he will fall with a thud,
While the hero is moving onward,
The stunning Black Knight.
It was supposed to be a simple VRMMORPG,
10,000 started but only 6,147 players left,
He said he had made it for thee,
They said him using the cardinal system had been theft,
The might king received belittlement in excess,
With his soul lost in the game,
He was seen as a malevolent dragon, which might have been right,
Beautiful Aincrad falling apart they try to repress,
But one did not see him the same,
The stunning Black Knight,
