knight in shining armour

My knight in shining armour saved me, although he would argue otherwise, saying I saved him. Saying my embrace made softest armour ever. I didn't fight with my life on line I just changed my utensils from metal to earthen since the day i saw him flinch when i accidentally dropped that plate i couldnt undertand at first till i saw him staring at his sword, in the dark, looking into his own eyes, on sharp sharp blade. Moonlight was piercing his soul. My mistake mustve reminded him of clanging of swords; of his armour; of death; his and his opposites'. Ever since, I make sure that he wears his favourite armour before he goes to sleep. moodboard for this poem.