What Of Honor?

Once a man was called Sir Knight
And Honor was his life.

Once a girl would not dare stray
From Duty in home, as wife.

But those are of times long past
And customs have since changed.

Gone with those olden days
Where horse and lance once ranged.

Too many people now will scarce remember times of old.
When gallant knights of gentry rode and fought, unselfishly bold.

Oh what of Honor, brave Sir Knight?
Where is the foe to fight?
In this time there is no right,
Will darkness win tonight?

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