Tales of the Heart

Purpose

Came out of no where; entered you, with elegance.
well, it was a good no-where for me.
Come, with task aplenty cum purpose.

Well,you literally gave me life,
when you called me a knight.
A title that almost didn't make me sleep at night.

A purpose,
A reason to live on,
A reason to fight for one who lost her regalia.

A battle with its scars.
Well, he wanted purpose!
Perhaps, became too purposeful.

A knight is one cursed with service,
service to serve like a serf and
to bother like a mother.

This knight maybe, overdid his duties,
from this curse, he must be released.
He came to you out of thin air and now in it,he must vanish.

His sword, is still not blunt
Your cross; for now, his to bear.
Freedom, his cry still.

He wants departure on his account,
He ask one he serves for one last favor,
Will he be granted?