Dark Knight

@KatanaAether The witch of the night

What does this image make you think of?

The torch gutters low.

Echoes chase my steps.

Steel forgets nothing.

The grave already knows my name.

Wind howls through empty gauntlets.

My heartbeat rings on iron.

Can you defeat the dragon that lives inside the mountain?

My heartbeat rings on iron.

Ash on his shoulders, snow at his feet— the last sentinel of a kingdom that forgot how to speak.

In shadowed steel and silent vow, a solitary guardian stands. 
Blade reversed, heart unbowed, he keeps the night with iron hands.

Silence is my war-cry.

The visor never lifts.

Moonlight on cold plate.

Dawn finds me still in steel.

The helm remembers every war.

In shadowed stone he kneels alone, blade kissed to breast, a silent throne. Night’s iron vow upon his breath— the black knight waits for death or death.

Holding the power of worlds in an unyielding grasp.

Are you strong enough to defeat the Night King?

Are you worthy enough to carry a flaming sword?