Passing Day

The sweet sunrise...
Glowing embers in the eyes
Of the valiant knight.
The battle cries...
Fading breaths of those that die
In the mourning light.
Upon the field...
Crimson blood on sword and shield
Of those that fight.

With blade in hand...
Looking across the farthest land
Of forgotten peace.
Give others strife...
The hunger of wanting life
From human cease.
By divine mark...
Passage of the symbols dark,
Bringing soul release.

The knight knows...
Forever evading those
Of troubles met.
Eternity...
Never wanting sole to be
He whom fears forget.
Shadows falling...
Empty thoughts of that calling
A silent sunset.