My Knight, thou wishes to seek love or command over mine land?
Mine, I say, for she feeded me well.
For mine platter may not be golden like thy honourable Queen
Mere commoner that thou addresses me as
But I have slept a Queen's sleep at night.
For mine tears have fallen on this land
And I have watered seeds to oaks
Knowledgeable and Brave, thou art my Knight.
Thy armour shines brighter than thy peers.
But what is this scent of arrogance
That takes away from thy beauty?
Heed my words Valiant One!
Thou have left thee innocence in childhood
And Magic is a child's play.
Mine, I say, for she feeded me well.
For mine platter may not be golden like thy honourable Queen
Mere commoner that thou addresses me as
But I have slept a Queen's sleep at night.
For mine tears have fallen on this land
And I have watered seeds to oaks
Knowledgeable and Brave, thou art my Knight.
Thy armour shines brighter than thy peers.
But what is this scent of arrogance
That takes away from thy beauty?
Heed my words Valiant One!
Thou have left thee innocence in childhood
And Magic is a child's play.
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