The Wayward Knight

The knight did not ride a white horse,
It was black as the blackest crow,
His armor was not shiny,
It was rusted in places,
And made an awful noise when he walked.
Ladies did not fancy him
Even though he often fought for their honor.
Men fought him and lost but did not understand the state of his armor,
His mission was to find a lady
Who would accept him as he was.
He felt that appearances shouldn't matter
As long as one's deeds were noble.
He forgot one of the golden rules:
Love thyself or no one else will.
He died young, a lonely man,
For to love yourself is to take care of all you own.