In my travels I have not seen much Truth,
But it is not the principle I seek.
The only deed to wear a dragon tooth,
Anything less falls smaller still than weak.
My blade does not match the shine of her hair,
My armor too coarse to touch her fair skin.
But still I shall board a stocked wild mare,
Only the blasphemers find it a sin.
In the pale moonlight I see lovers swoon.
And finally the sun will gently rise,
So I hasten my ride to reach her soon,
She is my love and not a simple prize.
To this I shall promise till man's life ends,
Love fights further than my sword comprehends.