A white knight in shining armor,

Riding in valiantly to slay all my demons

And tell me everything will be perfect,

I will be perfect.

An all-knowing goddess,

Sharing knowledge with a smile.

Inspiring and encouraging,

Never wavering in herself, never herself hurting.

But now I can’t help but see the truth behind those once perfect visages.

A broken knight with a wounded soul beneath the visor of his helmet,

Forgetting that the only way to stop history from repeating itself is to lay down his own sword.

A hesitant goddess with a tarnished past,

Wings beating ceaselessly to keep her family afloat in this sea made treacherous by unspoken problems.

In the end, they’re nothing but human.