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The Poetry of the Grey Knight
a crow whispers salvation.
return to the ancient ways. question your heart. search your soul.
combat all evil. speak your prayers. reinforce your armor. sharpen
your blade. have you forgotten who you truly are?
a crow flies away. silent and mysterious.
begin the voyage to healing. remember all the good days. never forget
the darkness. see the good things you have done. be alert to all
evil you did. try to mend wounds, yours and those of others.
i stand alone again. as it was. as it maybe will be.
the stick is finally broken. perform the rituals of cleansing. transcend
your pain. a valuable lesson in this world of destruction. learn from
every fight. walk full of pride again, when the time comes.
the shaping of a new dawn takes time. there is always hope.
face lust as well as love as noble knight, not as rogue. your color
does not count. others might rob you of your titles, your land and
maybe even your honor. it matters not. its all in your soul.
see evil’s work. dont be blind. always question their motives.
some are slaves to their weakness. their choices are bad. their lives
a mess. they wont listen, they will attack. you have to defend
yourself against them. be cautious, dont have too much pity.
trust your instincts. your feelings. your heart.
sometimes your soul begins to tremble before your thought takes form.
always listen! never ignore it! you heart will always lead the way.
speak it proudly, for it is true. dont put your mind against it.
peace is your highest form. abandon war if you can.
loneliness made you a warrior. but evil comes of it. try to become
peaceful. a defender, not an attacker. judge not too harshly. try
to transcend your inner beast. remain humble in the face of evil.
i shall praise the Old Kingdom, where noble Knights and fair Ladies
roam the Land, upholding the Virtue of Love Allmighty, fighting for
Light, Justice, Hope and Peace. Mighty Castles protect the Realm,
strong Armies stand defiant at the Borders, and the Blessing of
one God is upon all.
i left this Land, cause i was a lonely Scholar in an ivory Tower,
not rich, not noble, not fair to behold, just a mediocre Warrior,
with a Heart full of Hope, and Doubt, and desperate Longing. Some
Secrets there were, pitiful and meager, nothing fancy, but important
enough to be ashamed of.
so i rode into the new Realm, the new Kingdom, and i was armed,
and had some old tattered Hauberk strapped to my Chest. Ill prepared
was I, and the Battles I had to fight, were all of the Mind, the
Heart, but never of the Flesh alone. All Training wasted, plunged
into Combat I was not ready for. Your own fault, Adventurer.
i wont speak of Succubi, or Demons, or Madmen. we all know who they
are. in the end, i was not able to accept Love, and failed to
tolerate different Virtue, far away from mine. so my Tears were
many, i suffered, and maybe rightly so. i am not the perfect Knight,
and humble was I bowed by merciless Fate.
This is my Valley of Sadness. And my Punishment. Maybe just, for I
did punish as well. Also a painful reminder that you burn yourself
by playing with Fire. Cursed you be, Lust, Source of my everlasting
Pain. And unworthy as I am, Love flees before me. A Pariah I am.
See them walk the Battlefield, full of false Pride and Arrogance,
in shining glittering Armor, for all to see and to admire.
They want you to believe they are the Greatest and most Powerful,
true Leaders and worthy of Admiration.
See those shiny Knights, drunken and in Revelry, primitive and loud,
bathing in their puny Excess, celebrating their hollow Victories.
Unworthy to wield the Blade, a Mockery of all that is Knighthood.
They roam the Nights, looking for Pleasure and Ignorance.
I stand far away, clothed in Shadow and Darkness, my Armor has
never been white, but dirty, scarred and dented, my Blade never costly
or expensive, and I possess no golden Clothes. All that remains is
a fine Heart of Humility, Passion and Righteousness beating in Rage.
Insubstantial we become, our spectral Blades unable to hurt our
Enemies, we fade into Nothingness, our Warnings unheard.
Weak we are now, against Evil and its trickery Illusions,
all Minds turn to the Shining Lords of Reality, listening and obeying.
Maybe we might gather again, the grey Walkers, the Knights of the Void,
one last Battle against our Foes, to remind them once more,
that not all Good is dead, not all Hope lost, not all Light forgotten.
Spread the Word, the Bastion of the Righteous still exists.
ritter im grauen land
an der knorrigen eiche
ohne rüstung und waffen
ruhend, aber nicht schlafend
dieses land gewährt frieden
abseits von krieg und hass
aber es verlangt einsamkeit
und einkehr in sich selbst
keiner mag den weg finden
dieses land ist fern und weit
verborgen und versteckt
kann nur einer es finden
träume wandeln im nebel
sprechen in fremden sprachen
manche künden von ewiger liebe
andere von erfülltem leben
der ritter hört sie an, geduldig
und mit geschlossenen augen,
hier werden geister nur weisheit
sprechen, ohne lug oder trug
irgendwann wird es wieder zeit,
rüstung und schwert rufen,
die ruhe ist vorbei und andere
länder warten, der stete kampf
grey knight resting in the land of shadows
gathering new strength in the twilight
the creatures of grey salute him
grey knight favours war and strife
peace and love are dreams
still there is hope
but the land of darkness teaches otherwise
grey knight listens to wise words
and his everlasting soul
a blade of tempered steel is his defense
and any woman shall be advised
the grey knight will judge and select
and no succubus can break his heart anymore
cautiously I walk the lands of grey
let the twilight shroud me
white is too pure, darkness too dirty
grey is in balance, harmony
many want to be lords,
many command or crave power,
I renounce the ties to man
and be myself here, amongst the creatures of grey
light I know, the healing, the protection, the retaliation
darkness I know, pleasure to inflict pain on others, hatred, evil
but grey, the land in between, I visit anew
stranger in a strange land
forge a single blade of twilight
to protect the shadow and its truth
let us hide from light and darkness
in the one true realm of silence
there we find peace and harmony
between the creatures of grey
and then, we speak true of our hearts desire
and wounded souls healed by love
walker in the shadows
peaceful stranger in the twilight
grey knight without weapons
rest at the forlorn tree
be welcomed grey knight
valorous fool, strong fighter,
weak child, hopeless lover,
endless seducer, pious monk
there you gain strength and peace
amongst the creatures of grey
and darkness is a place of harmony
without the aggression of evil
come with me, stay with me
let us be one in peaceful silence
no lie can murder the truth
no crime can destroy faith
here in the land of grey
peace is a distant dream of the past.
it always was and maybe will be.
i see evil surrounding me, uncouth creatures,
scum and villainy, idiots and whores,
bandits and rogues.
should i change to white, cleanse them
with the burning light of truth? use the
righteousness of the white knight to
overcome their evil magic?
or change to black, decapitating the
snakes, swift and deadly? use the
strength and prowess in battle of
the black knight to hack them to pieces?
you come in front of me, insulting,
laughing, attacking, your foul stench
seeping through my clothes, your
rotten thoughts infecting my purity.
how long till i strike back? till the red line
is crossed? when will my sword be
drawn in defense and finally repel,
attack and overpower all of you
I pray to the lord, that i wont go to war,
but I am ready to do so. See the Signs,
all you worshippers of evil, go away and be
silent, trouble me no more, your words and
smiles and kisses are filthy treason, corruption,
and final damnation. I will never be like you.
all you servants of evil, grinning beautiful demons,
let it be known, i am still a defender of true love,
a believer in this mighty force,
and a champion for this eternal power,
you cannot touch my ideals, you cannot corrupt
my being, and you cannot make me one of you.
one thing is for sure, vile demons of the past
and present, I wont go down without a fight,
and kill many of you until my life is spent and I
travel to the glorious lands in the nether void,
where i will be king forever.
Land of the Grey Lords, untamed, wild and free.
The Pathway hidden, the Gates closed, the Walls high.
Dreams mix with Reality, the Wind wispers of Loneliness.
Here I am, there I stay, until the End draws near.
Land of War and Strife! Where the Grey Knight joins the Battle.
All you Cowards and Traitors, all you Sinners and Unbelievers,
my Pride is endless, and my Sword made of flaming Justice.
No Rest for the Wicked and no Mercy for the Vile.
Last Refuge, my eternal Home, Land of the Grey Lords,
the mighty gnarled Tree, where my Armor leans against the Bark,
where my Sword lies in the Grass, where I am at Rest, peaceful,
alone. Every Warrior needs a Sanctum and this is mine.
And the Wish is to never return to the Field of War. The Land of
War and Strife, where I must battle, survive and win. But all this
has a mighty and eternal Prize, to one day find my Hearts Desire.
And all Powers be cursed, I will not yield or surrender or give up.
From all Sides, Storm and Lightning,
calm the wild Rivers, and the Flood of Emotion
retain the Balance, give up the Struggle,
find Mercy in Defeat.
Return to the Grey Land, silent und unbroken,
let your Thought wander, and your Soul recover,
find Hope and Peace and Balance,
once more you don the Grey Armor.
White is the merciless Judge.
Black is the sensual Killer.
Grey is your true Self,
a Walker of lonely Paths.
The Future must see Unity, uncorrupted and proud,
true Grey Knight becomes a grey Lord,
not for others to admire, but for himself to accept.
White, so pure, a Terror to behold,
a Champion of True Love,
mighty and strong.
Black, devious and cunning, passionate
and seductive, Games and more
Games, deeper into Darkness, always.
Grey. Total Balance and Equilibrium.
Uniformity and Tranquility.
Mediation of White and Black.
Merging of two Principles.