Black Knight

The black knight of ruin, the knight of destruction rides with him, and also the knight of despair. With his cordon of soldiers they keep racing through the world, and wherever they appear, only grief remains. A child without mother or father, curled up in a corner, still cries. There is no hope for them, they will always be alone. Where has our protector gone, has he no strength left to fight? This world is ruled by money, human life means nothing now. For the powerful of this world, the account balance still matters more. And tears fall to the ground, but no one wants to know them now. Among the ruins and the silence only the same old fear remains. Where are the ones who were meant to guard us, where are the ones who were meant to stay? When the shadow falls over the city, no one wants to walk into the fire. And only the knight of ruin races through the empty streets, while behind him carries the echo of all he took into the shade. This world is ruled by money, human life means nothing now. For the powerful of this world, the account balance still matters more. And tears fall to the ground, but no one wants to know them now. Among the ruins and the silence only the same old fear remains. But if even one small good sign still flickers inside us, then maybe the time will come when people hear one another again. Because though darkness reigns today, it does not have to last forever. This world is ruled by money, yet a heart cannot be chained by it. For the powerful of this world, let a human being matter again. Let the black knight depart, let this cold season end at last. Because we can still save what matters most within us – us.