I am the blade that never bends,

The shield that never breaks.

I am the vow that never ends,

The path that never strays.

They call me perfect, flawless, true,

A paragon of light.

But what is light without a hue?

What's day without the night?

I stand atop the highest tower,

A sentinel of stone.

I wield the sword, I hold the power,

Yet I am all alone.

They lean on me, they trust my might,

They call me their defense.

But who will stand with me in fight?

Who guards the guardian?

I see them fall, I see them fail,

Their flaws laid bare, unkind.

Yet in their cracks, I see the tale

Of lives I'll never find.

I envy them, their fragile hearts,

Their tears, their fleeting grace.

For I am whole, yet torn apart,

A mask without a face.

The world decays, the shadows creep,

The towers start to fall.

I am the knight who cannot weep,

The one who bears it all.

Oh, let me shatter, let me break,

Let rust consume my steel.

For what's a knight without mistake?

What's pain if none is real?

I am the blade that never bends,

The shield that never breaks.

But in the end, what good defends

A soul that never wakes?