Who Said Chivalry Was Dead?

Remaining an epitome,
And iconic figure almost,
After the countless battles endured.

You keep standing strong,
With pride and hope intact.
Defining the obstacles thrown in your way.

This shining armor you wore so proudly,
Was stripped from you
Without any absolute forewarning.

This heinous theft has been inflicted among us before.
But repetition never soothes oozing wounds,
Just accommodates the pain.

Despite the trauma,
You find enough scraps of metal,
To shelter not only yourself, but the ones you love the most.

Throwing every ounce of energy,
Talent and determination into this masterpiece.
You’ll compile a masters piece, radiating more than the past ones.

Since birth, you’ve sheltered her heart.
Keeping it safe and warm until enough trust is gained,
For you to hand it off to that lucky fellow.

Now, the moment had arrived to return the spoils.
She’ll support you, and believe in you
Enough to get you through the darkness.

We’ll be the soldiers, fighting with bare hands,
And you’ll be the commander in chief,
Putting your life on the line to save us all.

The only force strong enough to tear us apart,
Is the one beyond the depths of this universe…