The knight who curses his fate

Only fools try to understand destiny
Said the warrior as he knelt to the ground
Looking back he was fond of tales of gods and prophecies
And bitter about the fate that he never found
A warrior’s life might be short lived
If carelessness takes over the mind
As he embarks in his voyage , his heart seeking glory and fame
Unbeknownst to him the dangers that lurk ahead waiting for him to claim
A journey starts in the head, a thirst that longs to be satiated
To the heart weaving the threads of a passion so long awaited
In times of crisis the limbs become mere weapons that fend for his life
The extension of his core serve but one purpose always in overdrive
Driven by honor and passion, the warrior takes on the journey of a century
All in hopes of attaining that which will mark him down in the pages of history
Upholding his crest, marching forward unafraid
Slaying beasts of mankind and demons all with his holy blade
Tis I, who have come to your aid
Shouted the warrior overlooking a village by fear plagued
Fret not dear brethren, for I have come to rid you of your ravenous beast
I shall overthrow his kingdom and tonight in these halls we will feast
With a heart of a knight and a mind of a sage he crossed the fields
To the beast he went armed with hope, bravery, and with no physical shield
The knight thought a hero he was, caring not for the life he was about to forsake
As he stepped inside the cave, the walls of stone started to shake
Roars and screams that deafened the absolute silence that once was
Sent shivers and pain to the core of the man who claimed he had no flaws
There he was afraid and alone in the midst of a fight he chose to take on his own
The reckless knight standing small in front of the one and only devil’s throne
For days and nights, the villagers heard the screams and wailing of the reckless fool
Thinking the knight was long lost to the devil, eaten by the caves’s ghoul
Then one day, the man came out of the cave unscathed
If anything he looked by what he saw inside, amazed
The knight left the village without uttering a single word
Went back to his home and to live in isolation preferred
The knight was no more, he was but a shell of the hero he thought he once was
As the days went by he grew old, and the tale of the cave remains a story to be told.