O wearied Knight, why do you roam?
What drove you out from clan and home
To lie upon these foreign glades
And languish here alone?
You mourn for kin which flame assailed,
And bear the shame for duty failed.
Yet though you grieve, you still draw breath,
For destiny prevailed.
So heed my call, o Knight redeemed!
Take up thy watch, thy hope agleam!
Protect these ancient woods; create
The home of which you dreamed.
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Beneath The Moonlight
PuisiKnights in shining armour, doomed princesses, witches... all the subjects of lost song and lore. A collection of fantasy-flavoured poetry that doesn't quite fit anywhere else. Cover by @Leighabear0625
