Sirpheno The Knight
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.