[Soaring Feather]

Fair Knight whose song
is sorely missed at eve's time
when the Poet's Dance is rhyme
Cloaked in armor laden from weary
battles of honor and winds of war
rest thy tired bones in chambers
of soft velvet cloth
and sup with me on this night's
reprieve from the fight
gather thy lonely beaten breast
near to thy maidens chest
assuage to this valiant knight of war
a kind word we do implore
and no more talk of war
but lavender lace fields of clover
a genteel moment of respite
please...

Candle light burns low
in secret chambers
love's song
star filled flights
dreams of castles grand
and peace throughout the land
where chivalry is still grand

bentfeather

[Old Sarge]

I do so long to see a time
of quiet solitude,
A time of silence, wuthering winds,
a night of sweet etude,
The cries of battle, clangor of wars,
would not intrude this place,
the only sounds and sights would be
my lady's sighs and face.

The Dance goes on, here in these halls,
secure from fire and storm,
where the only arms are not of war,
but of lovers, safe and warm,
the clarion sounds upon the field,
the footfalls loud with dread,
but the soft padding of the Posts' Dance
is what I hear instead.