Part 10: When knights roamed the earth

Oh how I long to live in those days,
when knights roamed the earth.

When for the love of his princess, a knight would seek the rarest treasures.
And travel far over fire and snow, through forests and deserts, over rivers and seas.
And yet would never turn back in regret, in neither thought nor deed, or question or doubt about this journey he is on.
And all for his love, who waits by her castle window, with her eyes fixed upon the horizon, searching every second to catch a glimpse of her knight riding back to her through the sunset to take her in his arms for love and into his heart forever.
Oh how I long to live in those days,
when knights roamed the earth.

Oh how I seek to live in the times when a knight would fight for his King and country, giving all he has and much more.
Standing tall before the gates to the city, riding forward on his trusty stead, with the name of God in his heart, raising his sword and ending the evil that threatens the kingdom he so earnestly loves.
And even when an arrow pierces his shoulder or a spear finds his heart, he never stops, until the last soldier in the enemy camp falls. Only after this does he close his eyes, to fall back on his horse.
He rides into the city, no life in his breath, as blood trickles down the side of his faithful companion who walks him through the city streets, with people on both sides, with tears in their eyes.
Alas our hero has fallen, his heart beats no more and yet he rides in - his mission accomplished – a hero who died today – a man who will live forever in our hearts and
through the pages of our history books.
Oh how I long to live in those days,
when knights roamed the earth.

Those men, those knights, lived by a code of honor. A way of life that put others, before their own lives. For they belonged to a time when each lady was treated with respect and every maiden could walk without fear. When a 100 dragons were slayed to keep but one safe.

But alas they tell me now, I live but in fantasy. For no more do knights of honor walk among men anymore.

No longer would anyone fight armies for a king, nor slay a mighty dragon for the rose of a maiden's heart. No longer do men respect their fellow beings… valor and honor seem dead today.
For a dark age is upon us and it seems to have been here for a while, where the only one a man loves and dies for is the being he calls 'Himself'. And his only companions are Ego and Pride. With them he walks on trampling many a dreams underfoot, for his heart no longer cares… he knows not what 'True Selfless Love' means anymore.

Oh how I long to live in those days,
when knights roamed the earth.