The Grey Knight

Not one of those with a shining armor, for its dented and stained,

Not a handsome face and crooked smile, for he was scared and strained.

His sheath was old and not of gold, his sword was used and blood stained.

The Grey Knight who was battle hardened, scar faced and trained.

His once handsome horse a little tired, eyes shining from blazing battle fires.

His helmet skewed and out of shine, for he was a knight without a squire.

Not all was good for he carries his burden of flaws,

He can be mean for what he wants under the destiny’s jaws.

Once he was asked what does he yearns? For which he smiled and replied,

“I world with no wars, where peace prevails, where a knight is not required.”

Dhrubjyoti