The Knight

"How the battle is raging, I fear they will get us tonight.

Oh friend, mend your armour that's torn and rent from the fight;

Sharpen your sword and steel your mind against fright -

Why don't you take up your shield, they're already in sight!"

I can't mend my armour, I can't whet my sword for the fight,

They are useless, the foe is too strong and I don't have the might:

My shield they will smash into pieces, all hope they will blight,

They will shatter and scatter my arms to the left and the right.

There's only one way: I will leave all my arms in this plight,

I'll go barefooted, bareheaded, barehanded into the night,

Clothed in nought but a robe of red that will change into white;

In a robe of blood wrought of love and mercy as bright

As the morning star and the sun, I will stand on the height:

Shielded I'll watch them gasp and flee from His light.

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