The True Knight

I looked out my window one dark, rainy day
To see a tall stranger coming my way.
His hair flowed like silk, and His eyes held a laugh,
But I hid from His gaze; I turned my back.

Two Dragons whom I had known since my birth,
Snorted and growled as He closed in on our turf.
And so I assumed Him a man of evil intent,
And trembled and quaked when He began His ascent.

Up to my tower He climbed with swift ease,
And He found me stumbling on jellyfish knees.
One of the Dragons roared in rage,
And I knew I must do something myself to save.

So I ran at the man and clawed out His beard;
He didn't fight back, though His pain filled my ears.
I paused to look, when He stood there so still,
But something inside me kept me ready to kill.

So I hit Him and scratched Him, time and again;
I spit in His face and ripped off His skin.
Then at some point I began to laugh
As I flung Him out the window onto one Dragon's back.

I stood there and watched as they ripped Him apart;
It was then I felt mercy for this Man I had fought.
I began to wonder why I had so hated Him.
I could not understand why so vicious I had been.

I thought He had come to steal me away,
So fought I had, my life to save.
I had a good life there, monotonous true,
But I had anything and ev'rything I wanted, I knew.

Then suddenly, when I looked, ev'rything changed -
My clothes from silk to rags, in one moment, changed.
The food I had loved but an hour ago,
Ceased to satisfy my hunger or quench my parched throat.

I fell to my knees, understanding the truth;
It had all been a lie, it had all been a ruse.
I had turned my Protector over to my Jailers;
I had traded what could be for what never was.

And so I wept, both night and day,
Until, I thought sure, my Enemies would do me away,
When suddenly I felt a Presence in my cold cell,
Felt a hand touch my head, watched a tear as it fell.

And up I looked into the very eyes,
I had once seen and completely despised.
Those same eyes which had looked at me from far away,
Which had roamed the land for me to save.

He held out His hand and helped me up,
And in His arms was the greatest Love.
I almost asked about my Enemies
When I saw them chained, kept far from me.

So had He come - my Knight most true,
He'd been conquered by Death, then conquered it and Sin, too.
And on His stallion we road away,
Ne're again to see my tower of guilt and shame.