Tarnished Armor
It almost always seems the story plays out that a knight in shining armor, comes thundering in on his mighty steed. With a broad sword drawn ready to save the damsel in distress.
I say why? Why a knight in shining armor? Why must he look impeccable in his glinting steel?
I do not need nor want a knight wearing this armor to come to me. I want and desire the knight who has dragged himself through battle. Bloodied by his wounds alongside those he fights with.
My knight should have armor that has been dented and pierced from many blows and strikes. Armor that has been tarnished by sweat and tears. Armor the conceals in the dark of night
A knight who wears armor which shines under the sunlight, and gleams in moonlight, armor without any stain. Has not stood in the battlefield leading his troops . But remains at the horizon seated on a hill crest watching his men fall in battle and barks orders to seek victory in his name.
The one who’s worn the tarnished armor has fought in many battles and knows the evils the takes place on the battlefield and in the nightmares which bring the past to present
The tarnished armor does not claim to be perfect and more regal and more valued. The tarnished armor will give thoughtful council. He will sit against the wall listening and watching, his stories are only revealed as needed and only to improve a situation.
While the shining armor will boast and tell tales of all they have done and seen. Making the stories more grand as the crowds gather.
Tarnished armor protects a loving heart.