The dust settles,
The lights dim,
The cheers fade,
The applause falls still.
The knight he portrayed
Now mere fiction
He looks up
The once packed hall,
Now empty, save for one:
His own miserable soul.
The chivalry gone
The ugly truth glares back
He isn’t the knight
Never was the knight.
The act is over
The mantle slips
The curtain has fallen
It’s time to be himself —
The miserable self again.
Memories of his life
Overwhelm his heart
Choking his soul
Leaving him breathless,
He wonders —
Was it all just an act
Or was it a calling?
He could step down now
A voice inside chills him
Now or never
He answers in defiance
Never.
“Lord, if thou wilt”
A cry of help
Grace descends —
The answer “I will.”
Mercifully given
He lifts his sword again
The act isn’t done — not yet
In the dark, empty hall,
A knight is reborn.
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