The Knight

My good luck charm
It’s my harm alarm
It won’t make me a sports hero
Or give me a mark with one zero zero

It’s too big for a locket
So I keep it in my pocket
Always by my side
Even on a short bike ride

It’s made of white plastic
Very hard, not elastic
And its price was dirt-cheap
I found it in a rubbish heap

It was once part of a set
Thirty-two pieces, I bet
Half black, half white
This piece lost its twin knight

In my room it sits on a shelf
Next to a statue of a forest elf
When I turn off the light
I hear it whisper “good night”.