A little book of poetry

Knight in shining armour

I call it shining armour

You call it playing dress-up

I call it a sword

You call it nothing more than a toy

I call it hope

You call it pretend

I call it a saving grace

You call it destruction

I make it shine

You mock my attempts

I sharpen the edges

You laugh at my actions

I prepare for what I shall face

You watch me with doubt

I leave for battle

You hope I don't come back

I return a hero

You fall to your knees

I'm the knight in shining armour

You are now in fear

I come back to my homeland

You watch with curiosity

I switch the armour for a dress

You will never understand

Though my blade never leaves me

You will never understand

I am a maden in need of saving

Yet I must save myself