He finds himself walking the mist, in flight once again.
Searching for a friend, beloved, white, once again.
The clock strikes the hour; the people prepare.
There is no danger. All is well and right once again.
The mire, tainted, falls at the king's feet
and his blind rage conceals his true fright once again.
The bluff, cold and unfeeling, fells the supplicant.
Desperation seeks to reverse the sleight once again.
The sea, loving and harsh, whispers to the mother.
Forlorn, blank eyes watch the sombre night once again
The valley is home to the lone captain.
Duty done, pain forgot, he welcomes light once again
And the Hero of legend, thinking his story told,
takes his leave to assume his role as knight once again.