Portrait of a Blind Knight

Never could I have imagined witnessing great amazement
Many would have called it an amazing talent
its more than a great achievement
A soldier camouflage in the light
A war with love, a battle with life through the night
Warrior of one a kind, blind but full of sight  
When you see the journey of this king
His direction is present
The way is a Queen in his presence.
 

He faces trials and tribulations
His revelation is success in his actions
In his own frame of mind
His home trying to find
Where he belongs
 

An auction for his legacy
Takes place in royalty
Countless bids, priceless sell
The bids continuous no ending
The art fading, mysterious flames upon the painting
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Incredibly loud silence

A blind man walks away with a smile
Meanwhile the crowd turn violent
Myself in front of the blind man
It Soon gets dark, he disappears
Nude was I as I looked in the mirror it was all clear
The Lights on, he reappears, Blind man is my shadow
 

All this time I had my eyes closed
It wasn't an imagination nor a dream
The truth I've carried with me
I turn to look at the reflection
A tattoo none like any other, more or less a permanent painting
The more I looked, the more it covered my whole self
Just at the right moment i stood still
Deep breathe shocked that it was real

A song in the background, amazing grace...

My reflection from the mirror identical to the Portrait of Myself
It was just perfect