[Soaring Feather]

A moment of rest
along the way
the White Knight and steed
weary indeed
the castle road a long winding one.
Honor the quest for this lonely one
esteem, redemption for the dishonored one
The battle the quest,
her Ladyship the prize
the tired knight looks to her eyes.

Many battles to win
many dreams to dream many mountains to climb
much frolic and glee
with my lady by me
fair knight's honor outshine the stars
and rivers deep beyond comprehension
when dreams take flight into the night
the two are one -complete and right.

[Old Sarge]

The respite done,
a waning sun
must reach the gate before
the closing gun,

Purpose drives me,
twilight guides me
with lanterns along
the citadel's road.

The streets and lanes
are quiet, until
the hoofbeats stir
the folk from sills
and doorways to see,
my steed and me,
forelocks tugged in silent greet,
a gesture made, no less sweet,

Dusted, encrusted,
armor and bloodshed,
the gate is nigh,
to bath, to board,
to feast, to sigh,
to greet, and meet,
and see the stars from your tower
once again.