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Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Returning

To All Knights where ever they might be.

Behold! ... I stand before thee a Knight.
Returning from the coldness and brutality of war.
Yah, many have I slain, and even more lie wounded on my path.
Yet I yearn, for the sweetness of soft words upon these ears
that have heard nothing but the sounds of war these long years.
I hunger, for the touch of happiness,
with its promises of sunsets and cool breezes.
For too long, the sting of battle has been my companion
and unforgiving mistress.
The battles have been won
the cost of victory has been high.
Though my armor be tarnished and bent,
it has served me well these many years.
If there be a need of more warring,
I stand ready, My King!
All I would ask of thee, Sire, is but a sunset and a cool breeze.
Behold! ... I stand before thee, a knight returning!
Sirpheno The Knight
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