There once was a chivalrous knight,
Who fought late into the night.
His armor shined of white,
In the beaming of the moonlight.
This knight, he held a code.
A code of chivalry.
This code he had enforced,
From atop his trusty steed.
In battle he fought valiantly,
With sword and shield in his grasp.
He took his beatings gallantly,
For the code within his clasp.
By the end of his adventures,
He had nothing left to show,
Except for bumps and bruises,
And a whole new set of woes.
Beaten and in tatters,
His journey at an end,
Fighting for all that mattered,
Against those that he’d contend.
Renowned, he was not, in history,
For all the battles that he’d won.
His deeds remained a mystery,
Because he did it all for fun.
If he were asked, if he regretted,
Giving away so much for not,
He’d say, t’was never about the credit,
Justice was the reason that he fought.