My knight in his blue armor
Steps out into the dark.
In search of all wrong doing,
With a hope to make it right.
He carries not a sword,
But a "semi" on his side.
With hopes his training will not fail him,
Should there come a place or time.
And as he settles into his modern day stallion;
The one with piercing eyes,
The thought runs through his mind,
"What will I come upon tonght?"
"A speeder, a con, a felon, a man who beat his wife?"
"A pusher, a punk, some other with a knife?"
"Will I have to defend my life,
Or will a fellow man in blue...
Be assigned to console my grieving wife?"
And so, with this thought still lingering
Through the channels of his mind...
He prays to a God he thinks is there,
But still, he is unsure of.
Just then, before he could think twice,
The duty he is here for calls.
And without hesitation, he radios back "419, (312), I am enroute."
He opens his "eyes" and takes off once again...
Into the dark of night.