I am the knight of land beyond the moons,

Sojourner am I, souls do I swoon

Through my tasks of redemption—

Be it for a poor farmer's woodcutting tension

Or for neighboring kings' contention.

When my kins and acquaintances ask,

"How do you do what you do?" ; I don't bask,

In the exaggerated lyrics of bards;

For 'tis all part of occupational hazards.

But this one hazard, impressed my memory;

Of a princess, who wanted to free from her misery,

 Of being soon devoured by her kin, the dragon

Her brother,  who wore scars in his talons, for her protection

Which the princess blamed as a source of affliction.

And yet she didn't seek to escape,

Settling down with life's lowest expectation in shape.

What more could I do with my gallant cape

For someone who didn't know

What she must let go 

To be saved ?

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published on 17th September 2024