The Tale of Sacred Knight

Dreams of lanky Sacred Knight,
Were filled with shades of pallid hue,
With exalted mind and crippled thoughts,
Lived a man called Sacred Knight.

In his youth, often in despair,
He longed for an honest bosom,
But in old age, with astute self,
Lived a man called Sacred Knight.

With his spade he dug the graves,
For the deceased souls' long rest,
Amidst all unknown, silent corpses,
Lived a man called Sacred Knight.

Symbols of misery, he bore on his face,
Like a young widow's gray hairs,
With a smirk, though in despair,
Lived a man called Sacred Knight.