and twisted mind
could dream of such structure?
Could will such a forged blade
into such bloodied existence?
Where were the hands that saw such arcane beauty
made so tawdry
And where stands the knight
clad in the finest of silver
who would stand against the tide
of such madness?
Where would such a man
find the strength to face down
such twisted malevolence
as that which hides in the face of the charlatan,
and the eternal?
What foul airs would such a man,
such a myth
have to be steeped in?
What stone would he be carved from,
what eldritch gloom
would be granted skin to wrestle such demons?
To fall into darkness
whilst ever dragging the souls of those it fights for
forever back into the light?
What place could build such a being?
What walls could let one climb so high?
And where would its people stand,
but forever bracing against his left hand,
whilst forever held secure in his right.
A dark knight
for a dark people,
for a city,
deserving of both.