Armor by J. Wellington

25 03 2014

I am not your knight in shining armor.

Mine has shims scratches and scrapes.

I can’t be your knight in shining armor.

Too many dents that can’t be banged back into shape.

My amour doesn’t have that smooth aura and sheen,

It has stripes of dirt and grime.

Too many missing plates for my visage to be considered sublime.

The arm band does not shimmer.  It’s stained with drops of blood.

The remnants of the bear that tried to attack the children, I had to club.

The back plates are crushed, some pierced til you see the skin.

While in battle, the dragon’s jaws, captured me and started to sink in.

I struggled to get free and took damage to say the least

Right before with my left hand, a proper swipe fell the beast.

My chest plate never smooth, for it is riddled with arrow tips.

The only remaining proof that the invaders from the north no longer exist.

See, I know and can grasp the beauty of the Shining armors sight.

But know that their armor shines so bright, for they have never seen a fight.

They have never struggled to save you, they have never strained to be,

The man that is worthy for your bed-chamber to see.

Please forgive my forwardness, for your chastity I seek not to mark.

I only seek to have my name forever written on your heart.

So marvel at the sights that shine.  For you cause I’ll gladly be a martyr.

But know that I did it all for you.  Sincerely, your Knight in rugged armor.

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