One knight says to the other:
Allow me to depart, brother,
and explore the village my own.
Bear arms and witness me.

The armored knight obliges,
standing stiff and tall with duty.
At his brother-in-arm’s return,
they share laughs and stories.

I had the grandest of times,
says the shieldless knight.
The people saw me
and flocked to speak.

The armored knight is inspired
and takes heed to announce:
It is my turn to depart now, brother.
I shall return by twilight’s hour.

The armored knight marches
with stiffness and height
down the village path,
clanking and clattering.

How heavy! To carry guarding
armor and shield. Alas,
not a soul spoke to him.
He returns with heavy breaths.

I do not understand, he says.
The people surely saw me.
I have made myself known.
Why did no one flock to speak?