Knight Life
*After deciphering the script, another page is scrawled and placed just to the left of the original*
Were I a man of honor and prestige I would approach you, dear paige
But this life of mine has driven me to depths I would never have approached willingly
A sauntering gait to match my dismal conditioning
The regimen of Hell itself, seemingly
I, too, stand here, in this grande ballroom, and glare at the masks of the masses
You seem as disinterested in the affair as I am
‘Tis folly to follow the fools whose façades damn the naïve
Yet they draw you in, to feast on the flesh of man
My king sends me around the world as a herald
These travels wear away at my very soul
A lowly knight to follow orders
-and attend the soirées of the cheery nobles
Another night in this wretched place, filled with drinking and dancing and merriment
Another night to loathe those who lavish in their comfort
Another night for drowning my sorrows
Another night to watch those who, as I, cannot find a suitable consort
It truly is one thing to live in war, and another to live in peace
I find I cannot do either
So I try to be blissfully content in my solitude
-and do those things to please my sire
What brings you to this miserable party?
Who are these people that have jaded your heart?
Where are these places that you hide your hurt?
How is it that life has taken your spirit apart?
My apologies, I don’t want to intrude
I just hate to see a crushed perspective like mine own
The eyes behind the mask compelled me to ask
The words of your parchment are as a bleeding wound
If nothing else, remember that you aren’t alone
This world is filled with both joy and sorrow
And as I ride off to another assignment
-don’t forget that there’s always a new tomorrow.
~Drasche Borgannah
