Honor
The Knight rides, not afraid to die. Though he rides through thorn and mist,
his helm gleaming silver, honor his armor and light his shield, The strength of steel
in his heart. His foes hide from him in shame for they cannot stand the purity of his
spirit. Honor stands above all else in our lives.
Copyright © Joshua Voirin | Year Posted 2010
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