Emerald Knight in the Order

They watch from the pews and the sidewalks. Point fingers at armor they can't

see. Who do you think you are, saint or soldier? They joke,

but it cuts, still I bleed. I remember the wreckage I walked in.

Ash footprints on everyone's floor, now the green on my chest is a banner.

For the grace I was begging for. I am an emerald knight in

the emerald order. Kneeling in firelight, at my saviors altar. Every wound laid

down at the cross. I own all the way to the fathers heart.

Through the risen son alone. Emerald night. Emerald night. They say we're