40 Days and 40 Nights — A Prayer for All Courageous Knights

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for having ridden your stallions for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for wearing your armor for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for hiding your fears for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for carrying six foot lances for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for battening your gates for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for fighting death for 40 days and 40 nights.

Blessed are you courageous knights,

for riding the rainstorm for 40 days and 40 nights.

You watched the days of your lives fall through the hourglass.

And now you attend the devil’s mass.

Carefully listening to his every word, as he preaches:

“It’s safe to shop in the villages and tan on the beaches.

Death no longer desires you.

You were part of the lucky few.

Your probation has ended and so has your trial.

You have nothing to fear, you’re going be around for a while.

You have passed the test.

You probably have the antibodies deep in your chest.

Hallelujah, this plague has come to an end!

Blessed are you the survivors who are still on the mend.

But just in case, on your way to the village carry that invisible spear

and be sure to wear your protective gear.”