My knight doesn't need any sword,
Cause he's got a halo from gold,
So nice and polite from his side,
I gave all my heart without fight.
Don't bother what others will say,
Don't know how the future will pay,
He always goes straight to ahead,
If even results will be bad.
He also makes cry and makes laugh,
So slowly but right lays his path,
Instead of the blood rainbow flows,
Sometimes he takes pictures with cows.
So trying to show all "the brave",
But close people see a soul's wave,
He isn't a knight with an armor or rush,
But surely you call him "The king of the brush"!