A Letter:

To the cloaked crusader,

Dear Sir,

Becoming antsy.
Reveal yourself.

Waiting again.
Who are you?

Thought I’d spied you.
Revealed yourself out of the cracks.

Unsure if you are the cloaked crusader.

But,

Your gestures and postural motions proved smitten.
Gathered in “moments…”

Ignored the signals,
Protecting a cautioned heart.
You nurtured the injury.
Hesitant but listening…
Contrasting greatly from burdensome followers, flocking at every reply,
Different.

Curious.

Remembering you vaguely from another time,
Never considered one of your kind.
Surprisingly, we seem one alike.
Friends of friends have nothing but positive words to each his own.
General masses befriended each of us.
The last to meet,
Just happened to be us.

Interesting.

Unsatisfactory clues provide little reference to your identity.
At this point I cannot question you being the crusader.

I will wait for a fight.

Signed,

A deeply obliged Love.