My valiant knight thy furrowed brow tell stories not spoken but hangs heavy as your cloak hanging from slumping shoulders war worn, tired from bloody battle
of clashing blades, slashing swords, yet holding forth a stalwart posture of honor while bent from battle on this night-come my knight to your maiden's chambers tower high away from the clamor to the midnight hour of magic moments
Lay thy bloodied beaten head upon the softness of my bed and lay in peace 'til the cock doth crow then off to battle thou must go
White Knight honor to uphold bravely striding before the fold leading your company to victory and bestow your world with fealty...
bentfeather /Soaring Feather
8 posted on 11/03/2007 7:33:23 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)