This is 21 Century Wyoming,
Not medieval Europe.
I don’t have shining armor,
But I have a long coat.
I don’t have a sword for combat,
A 3030 Winchester is what I carry.
I don’t have a helmet with jewels,
Only an old weather beaten cowboy hat.
I wished I had a trusty white horse,
But I rely on a old blue Ford Bronco.
Even though I never fought for a king,
I was a knight for a lovely beautiful lady.
I practiced chivalry and treated her right,
It wasn’t enough and our love failed.
I act courteous because I still lover her,
But in her eyes I am just a Peasant.
So now I hung up my trench coat,
Oiled and cleaned my rifle.
I dusted off my filthy old hat,
And my Bronco is parked un moved.
For now I am just a college kid in Wyoming,
As for I am no longer her Knight.
But I still have my old gear,
A loving heart that only cares only for her.
Because it wasn’t the armor or the sword,
Nor the fancy helmet or trusty horse.
That made the Knight who he was,
It was his actions that made him a Knight.
All I can do is keep my eyes on the horizon,
And keep my heart open only for her.
Because the future is an unknown place,
Someday I might be her Knight again.
