As I walk through the Tower, The voices of those gone on ring out. The deep voices of the knights resound through the structure. I still feel the awe of their dread banners waving in the wind as they readied to ride forth against all evil. The men-at-arms still stand at attention in my mind ready to follow the High Paladin into the breech of some evil stronghold or fort. Archers and rangers moved silently through these hallowed halls, ever vigilant to discover prying eyes and lurkers of evil. No one ever set foot into our hold uninvited. Booty and coin flooded the treasure vault filling it to the brim. We lacked nothing. The finest armor and weapons were ours. Silken robes and dresses, dazzling jewels, rings and necklaces adorned the women of the realm. Grand houses and towers were built all around. The Eternal realm was built. These were Grand Days. Then.... One-by-one, they disappeared, leaving without a word or trace. No goodbye or explanation for leaving. It feels as if the very ground swallowed them up, burying them in anonymity. They are no longer here to call on for aid or companionship. Did these times mean nothing to them? These times when we stood shoulder-to=shoulder or back-to-back in a do or die situation, or the times of revelry after a hard fought battle and victory when we sat around and joked about our adventures. I allowed these that came to enter into my life to add their thoughts and concerns and to ask of me my friendship, and this is the result?! Tis very confusing... But then, I count myself blessed as there are those who have stayed. Having done all, seeing my faults and failings, and yet still they stand beside me, to the end These are the Faithful and True: my Real Friends.
Thank you my Friend. Know that I shall walk with you to the End and then Beyond: TRUE KNIGHTS OF BRITAINNIA, FOREVER
*nods to himself and scribles an entry in his to-do list* *mumbles* Strange days indeed. *mumbles even more* ... anonymity..... *nods to himself again*
Tis always difficult to think of friends passed; especially those that did not linger long enough to bid farewell. but not as difficult as those in real who depart thus. why many of us move through this world alone.. glad you have true friends... Westra
Truly I am blessed beyond measure. We must hold dear and onto those friendships that bring joy and leave behind that which would only bring us down or darken our spirits and life. True-to-the-end Friends are invaluable!
