...for lack of better words

Since poetry really seems to be all that I can scrawl out at the moment...

Seeing Sir Lancelot

Silhouette on golden hill
Stands Sir Lancelot the brave
Looking ready, dressed to kill
Beware ye, foe and knave
Kill he will if fight he must,
Charging arms and all
In Sir Lancelot’s spear we trust
Faint enemies and fall!
Peacock feathers at his helm
Servant lads admire
Saving hero of the realm
Quelling dragon’s fire.
No-one sees the tears,
Beneath his mask of steel
No-one sees his hidden fears
Although they are so real.