The poem “The Black Knight” is a terrible confession of a man, unlucky, lonely, who carried through his short life, but full of difficult adventures and bitter experience, a true and deep thought: “Killing and dying in wars is pointless. There is no honor in about being a pawn in a political game." The hero of the poem will guide you through the horrors of the crusade, the disappointment of life and the severity of post-traumatic syndrome, through personal family drama and terrible political intrigue. The poem - The Black Knight is not only and not so much a poem about the Middle Ages, it is about eternal problems that strike, like diseases, the body of a dying person - the incurable organism of the human community. Wars, poverty, intrigue, lies, duplicity. And against the backdrop of a bright socio-political picture - the personal tragedy of a brave and straightforward, but stupid and unhappy man. Our hero will go through the difficult path of rethinking and reassessing life and its values. Experienced reader - your horse is saddled and stands on its hind legs with impatience...