Cowardly Knight

Cowardly they run into darkened corners
Behind close doors, in crowded rooms
They make steps, tiptoe and whisper


Eating and drinking from the same cup
Loyalty loudly proclaimed "raw"
Still with crossed fingers, held behind


Pointing out from a distance,
Sending one to his death bed
Before time


In public, they cry out the loudest,
Making sure they are comforted
In their sorrow


First to commit last to part-take
After the fact, with the blood of their brother
They carefully drench themselves


They boast of their heroic deeds,
Yet were never seen
In the heat of the moment


They offer their bravery
In times when sleeping dogs lie
They forcefully ask to be honoured,


Yet for which honour
Yet unknown
Yellow bellies in the room, oh cowardly knights