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.