Upon the battle field we shall stand,
To aid the light whenever we can,
A perception of ideals good and true,
Loyal to light in all we do,
But pierce the veil and see what lies,
'Neath the armor, our strong ties.

Of shinning plate and burning blade,
The things of which a legend's made,
Standing tall this absolute symbol,
One to make all evil tremble,
But in the safety of darkest night,
This one shall weep o'er the fight.

In battle we fight for different a name,
But light and dark both kill the same,
I see this all 'spite a demeanor meek,
A sure trap lies in wait for all who seek,
Glory in battle for simple glory's sake,
Too many knights make that mistake.

Remember for this fight we do not live,
But use as a tool so that we may give,
Hope and light to those who cannot,
Obtain the strength for which we've fought,
Swords and shield serve evil as well,
So let us fight with an iron will.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Mayan, in the year 398 AF.