There once was a knight known through out the land as the defender of the innocent and in need.
His armour glittered in the sunlight, and his banner flew high as he road his thundering steed.
His motives were pure and his mind was clear as he followed his chosen path.
Question not his resolve as his sword sliced the air and the sky spoke of his rath.
In his heart there was love, never malice or hate so his strength held fast when they ran.
Dragons and Eagles enhanced their shields, his Three Griffins were only one man.
Fatigue set in like a shroud of mist and his mind clouded over with lies.
Though the specters were there, he was caught in their glare and the sun blinded his eyes.
To his citadel he retired and entered the spire that held the princess so fair.
She cried out in joy and her tears washed his face as his fingers ran through her hair.
Too tire to remove the armour he wore, he stood with her pressed to his side.
Looking deep in her eyes he reached for her heart and found what he could not hide.
In the depths of his soul a faerie claimed right to reign over daytime and night.
The chances of love in a life such as his are often hidden from sight.
On a knoll he sat in deep reverie to ponder his life and his deeds.
But again the call comes, and again the knight runs to mount his thundering steed.
To defend and protect the innocent and young, to lend a sinewy hand.
He rides to the sun till the phantasms run, and peace flows o'er the land.