Bright as a sunbeam
Just as swift
Clever minded
Like the magpie
Jester
A warm heart
And sharp grin
Like the shine of gold
Like the glow of fire
Keen eyes
Like those of a hawk
Gambler
White knight
Freedom-fighting
The sheen of insolence
A tongue of flame
A dreaming King
Of Numenor, of Camelot
Pride reborn
Like the phoenix
Warrior
As the sun rises high into the azure sky, the birds sing your praise and I witness your exultation. The wild daisies bow to your sweet words (as do I) and the verdant leaves whisper your name. The silvered clouds dapple the hot land, but they cannot erase the memory of your touch.
Your haughtiness does not permit my heart though.
WindChaser
1998