One Man and His Destiny

The tale of a life spun with purity, ends much as any hero's could.
A valiant man, always standing for beliefs and what was true, as any paladin should.
Touching many lives with kind words and a chivalrous bow,
All of these things and more are how I remember him now.
With gargantuan wings of white bore Nike, his steed
Riding fast and fair through the lands of Lensmoor, he never forgot his deed.
To defend Honour, Truth, and Justice, was his lot
His neverending crusade against his definition of evil, was what he fought.
With a vengence and a fury he took on his opponents with all his might
Never one to boast or brag, he chose to be called Sir, not Knight.
As time wears on and bodies grow old, such happened to occur
His fighting spirit never dying, slowly but surely the end came to this Sir.

Sitting in the monestary where he shared words of wisdom and encouragement with me,
I look around in smiling sadness at the Abbot, wishing it were once again Loragain's face I did see.

AEM - 1997

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