Blessed Be…

It was sunrise when he came
Riding his glorious steed
With that stern look on his face
A witness to many great battles

He wears a white cape
Embroidered with sigils and jewels
And emblazoned with
Symbols from ages long past gone

He drops off from his mount
And brushes the mane
Of his long time comrade
A valiant and loyal steed

He stands with the air of dignity
Radiant and unwavering
Filled with the heaven’s grace and divinity
A stalwart soul of holy might

Hanging beside his belt
Is a weapon sheathed and sanctified
By the high lords themselves
A weapon that has laid waste to evil

He has come at long last
He who is an epitome of
Truth and Justice manifest
He, who is borne of purity and righteousness,
Behold, the legend of the Paladin

(Author’s Notes: This poem has undergone a complete revision as seen fit by the author with the original being kept in writing)