Kamaskera The White Knight Falls (Tindaloo Version)

The board is set. The pieces wait

He rides in L-shapes through the fog
A knight of wood and chipped white paint
His horse has never touched the ground
His armor's just a quaint constraint

He swore to guard the trembling Queen
To leap where bishops cannot tread
But every time he draws his sword
He tumbles off and bumps his head

And I have watched him fall before
Across a thousand mirrored games
He always rises, bruised and sure
And charges back through crooked frames

The White Knight falls, the White Knight falls
Through checkered dreams and palace halls
He invents machines that no one needs
He speaks in rhymes that no one heeds

But still he rides, against the tide
A fool in armor, dignified
The White Knight falls, but watch him stand
A wooden sword in painted hand

He told me once about a box
For catching moonlight on the shelf
A helmet lined with copper thoughts
To keep his head inside himself

The Red Queen laughed, the Jabberwock yawned
The looking-glass just showed him old
But I have seen across the seams
His heart is neither wood nor cold

And I have watched him fall before
Across a thousand mirrored games
He always rises, bruised and sure
And charges back through crooked frames

Dear Knight, I too move strangely here
Through squares that shift beneath my feet
Perhaps the game was never fair
Perhaps the falling is complete

But you taught me — the board is vast
And those who tumble learn to last

The White Knight falls, the White Knight falls
Through checkered dreams and endless halls
He builds his hope from broken things
He rides a horse that never sings

But still he moves in crooked lines
Through all my phases, all my times
The White Knight falls — and so do I
But falling's just another way to fly