As an aspiring knight to be
I quietly study in the Spire's halls
Reading scrolls of Respect, Honour, and Duty
Phineus quietly muttering about knight's true call

Thinking of what I am to become
I allow my mind to wander from its task
A true and chivalrous Runewarden
Pondering my thoughts over an empty flask

Daydreams of my true and steady mount
A swift horse to carry me to and fro
Wandering for a time I couldn't count
Just admiring everywhere we go

Dreaming of my falcon soaring high
Gently alighting on my wrist
Talons tearing through the cloudy sky
Drifting in the autumn mist

My mind brought back to Sapience once more
I continue my long but worthwhile read
But my mind continues to wander as before
Dreaming of the things in our creed

Imagining the fun of sketching runes
And still admiring the power that it brings
Raido returning me from Moghedu's dunes
Thinking of totems and implanting

Dreaming of the day I'll wield two blades
Quickly ending all who take arms against me
Defending my Home against violent raids
Someday a true knight I'll be

Picturing the heat and intensity of the forge
Crafting weapons and armour of all makes
Molding to greatness any sort of ore
Designing for myself a magnificent full plate

But still I know I have quite a ways to go
I'm just a lowly Novitiate Third still learning
Still I've never been more proud to know
I am a Knight in training

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 448 AF.