The wind blows cold
the trees do shake.
Still gray stones
near a silent lake.
One in particular
stands above the rest.
A fallen knight
in his burial nest.
His heart was big
but his body was small.
With his noble steed
he stood tall.
Each day they walked
above the sky.
One physically weak
One stood high.
When trouble stirred
They passed the test.
For then and now
They remain the best.
Now his steed stands
At the polished rock.
He Remembers his brains
How smart he talked.
Weak inside
The steed stood alone
But passed on the story
He'll always know
Before and after
He fell at youth.
The two withstood
The unvanquished truth.