The Knight Is Young

So on to the shanty I doth go, for the break of the setting sun,
The lake town, I once lived..It's overgrown, the green smell of leaves.
Dining on the woods floor, critters who, at the silence move as one,
They speak not of you, nor me... It's all forlorn, seldom seas.

I was once like you, doth I could no longer see the setting sun,
Nor moon, nor sky...It's overgrown, shadows walk the valley of roses.
I spoke once, to you; Now I speak nothing, not even for fun,
Neither the break of day... It's the dreading wake with sniffing noses.

They are blood heavens; Neigh they are the setting sun,
Young I may be...But most the world, to me. I have seen crooks,
Each waving finger, each idle joy; It's nothing now, neither I or no-one
Would suspect afflict my justice... To Hesperides babbling brooks.

I and my father before me, seek the once good name of the throne,
That it's a game, a challenge... I spat at thee heavens, who bestow,
Courage; justice; faith ; respect and strength for breaking the bone
They with blood on there lips... Speak words, through my window..

This knight may be quite young; But look no further, for honor to hold.
This knights sword, is sharp, But as it stands no stains is still cold....

Inspirational Song= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1S5gXbFXYI

For  Toan