Somethings wrong

(Yeahhh, I have writer's block... just thought I'd try to get back into writing... even if it's really bad...)

Past the broken valley,
Through the twisted woods of pine,
Over the silver mountains,
Down the cracked staircase of time.
A knight rides lowly feilds,
Ever searching for a sign,
A broken hero falling,
A life too sad for rhyme.

His story is a trajedy,
Poetical decay,
Born in the life of servitude,
A fated, knight of fey.
Bathed in tears of mourning,
In the break of day,
An unspeakable deformity,
Some things you can't repay.

Handsome features etching,
Across a weary face,
On the outside perfect,
Inside all hope to waste.
A morbid soul resides here,
A past too far to trace,
The murders always haunting,
Some things you can't erase.