The Knight

She sees me there, lying on my hill, listening to the timid winds, blowing my thoughts out of my head.
From first glance, I apparently seem dead.

I twitch my muscles in the daylight, listening to the birds and begin to rise from my embedded grave.
She's looking at the wrong person, if she wants someone to save.

I'll approach her softly, so she can adjust to a new light after so many painful years of the dark.
She must see me with all my battle marks.

Now, she's seen me and feels as thought she has finally adjusted to the blinding light.
What she doesn't realize is I want to be her knight.