Armor

The scars in battle are evident on the shields and armor of triumphant knights.
These knights get all the fame, riches and honor for being "courageous in battle"
Without a care, they welcome their new life.
They forget how they got there.
Nobody remembers anyway.
Who remembers the measly role of the armor selflessly sacrificing its in battle.
Cynical knights in battered amour.
All that matters anyway is self-interest anyway.

The impenetrable suit lays forgotten when there is peace.
When war comes it is polished and regains its former glory.
Honeyed words lined with malice.
" I need you. Remember our previous endeavours?"
Those sickening words.
But when a better replacement is found...
Its an inevitable goodbye.

The cruel reality dawns.
Are you enlightened?
Or does it sting your eyes that were once clouded by dark lies?