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.