Meant to be Medieval

I never had a kingdom
   Nor a crown
My Queen left too many
   Darkened years ago

No sword nor shield
   Or enemies to conquer
Not a home to defend
   Or land to graze and tend

Tired old flesh for resistance armor
My mind remains the only weapon
   Not bartered

11

Out of place, out of time.

Everyday through every night

Searching for that hidden door

That leads out of here.