The armour once gleamed with glory

Now nothing but a rusted lump of metal.

Tales of a hero once lived with pride

A shameful excuse for the demise of thousands.

Love for the knight who saved them with his knife

Who is the prey where each can take others life?

An oath taken up for the people

A mediocre promise once everyone believed

Are we to believe the lies they spread?

If only eyes could speak.

-Minha Mehrin