The Black Paladin

The Black Paladin by He Who Is Unnamed

A fleeting shadow, passing by on his steed.

The glint of steel and iron, the glow of two eyes in the moonlight.

The faint sounds of breathing, the beating of a heart echo in the night.

Two men, one clutching a bag of gold, the other bruised and beaten.

The sound of a galloping horse, the sharp noise of steel against an iron scabbard rim.

A faint breeze, gurgling death cries, and a thud.

The sound of a bag hurtling through the air and striking the ground.

The sound of a horse's slow trot begin, turn to gallop, and soon fade.

The eyes glow brightly now, for a brief moment.

The traveler blinks, and collecting himself, heads home.

In the corpse's eyes, the last sight of his life.

Two glowing eyes, dark, brown hair, and a menacing goatee.

The Black Paladin, He-Who-Is-Unnamed , in the night.

Does not divulge his identity, or is it her? But no, the beard is real.

Gleaming silver, iron armor shows from under the black robe.

The shield a dark blue, harbinger of sorrow.

And the next day, the colors change. But the robe remains, the only constant.

A man rides off, a faint smile on his lips.

The Black Paladin has come and gone, a shadow passing by.

A dove soars above, peers down, and swiftly wings through the sky.