The Knight

He was a strong, bold knight,
He had strengths and no fright,
He conquered nations and men,
He was stronger back then.

This knight was a valiant one,
He used not knife or gun,
The enemies he faced were no match,
They left on him not a scratch.

This knight soon grew a thirst,
A thirst of power came first,
He soon went after the throne,
And soon, the king was overthrown.

The knight no longer fought,
For now only power was sought,
But very soon his body withered with age,
He sought herbs, magic and sage.

But no longer can he stand,
Death came and said his death wouldn't be grand,
He wept for being so blind,
And now his bones no one may find.