A Knight's TrustA Different Eye
26 May 2015
My dearest friends from the north
Your love is beyond words
Your warmth takes me in from the cold but you remind me of trust
A trust that I will never let go
I kneel in front of you as a poor man for you the true souls
I cannot let your dream die
Your heart is of gold and my life depends on you like pollen on a bee
I am a knight called upon the coming darkness
I have fear but when words fall we cannot see.