[Old Sarge]

Dearest One, a life of swords
must be lived by some,
if Beauty shall survive,
for this, and for other things
this Knight shall always strive,

No further accolades I require,
than your ever-bright desire,
Fear not for what the future might bring.
Many die - but only a few really live!

[Soaring Feather]

Humbly I bow to thee
white knight of the silver sea
gallant, valiant truth seeker he
a hero wrapped in chivalry

Handing forth the bowl of roses
as each holiday disposes
gentleman in all manner of dress
and not too proud to hold and caress
the lady of the manor love of his life
his brave and loving, lady wife.

Really live is your destiny
meant to give is what your know
respect and reserve merits too,
simply belonging to you!
My fair Knight from Cavenshire
lady Enid sits by the fire
spins the wool with silken hands
and weaves the chevron for the clan.