The Lonely Knight

One beautiful sunny morn,
The bright sun shone,
Upon the still shining armor
Of a lonely knight called William Arthur.

He had no friend or foe,
Of a single kin he did not know,
His majesty the king, he had been sleeping,
Ever since Arthur's dull solemn knighting.

The cloudless sky stared at this lonely knight,
Who hadn't fought a single fight.
Arthur stood gazing into the horizon,
Standing on a ground of fallen acorn.
That is why he came to be known,
As the lonely knight who lived all alone.