This inspiration in me
Now shall I tell the foremost cause of my lyrics and verses,
Is there anything on earth that replenishes one's spirit so well?
To sing and narrate what was, is and is maybe to be,
The pages of a blank book which need be read and surely have something to teach.
Aye, my gentle reader, we are all pupils of written words and wit,
Seldom may we be content with lack of knowledge, stories, heroes and valiant kings,
What if we knew that our part in the tale is yet to be made plain and sure?
What about us wanting to partake in the splendour of poetry and in the very wonders that are, to your heart, to be disclosed?
Kind minds and kindred friends,
Words shall still flow and flow impetuous as the old lays of a passed present,
Epic novels which ever let down or fail to amaze,
Nay, I will not part from my duty and sacred obligation to you all.
Folks, ye know the good and the bad, honour and malice, glory and grief, and I shall give you what to you is justly owed: valiant knights, mighty ladies, foul shadows and sundering seas that to never-ending life lead.