The promise of a Knight

I will hold steadfast my faith, the burning citadels are alive with cries of my fallen brothers and sisters, each face I remember even though it be 20 long years. They are fresh like this morning's flower blooming as her petals blush before the sun, crimson red. Anguished hearts, blood thirsty ravens cawing at corpse laid out and I will charge into the underground, into their spy nest for it was one of them that gave the keys to the fortress. I will seek him out, beneath sun and stars, the canopies will hide him not.