[Old Sarge]

So many more deeds to do,
so much more road to take,
how much longer must this road
lead me to your side, for your sake?

The armor is bulky, which saves my hide,
chafing and scraping my bones and my pride;
my livery soiled and torn with the trail,
moving from dust and dirt into trial.

My steed, my partner of wars beyond count,
a tired knight never had a wearier mount,
but he will bear me, without complaint,
all in silence and al lin restraint,

as I share my frugal meal with him,
bread and water, for vigor and vim
for the manor is just beyond the next rise,
when I see the stars of your eyes.

[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.

[trussell]

That's beautiful Sarge. Is it a Sarge original?