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A knight I once fell in love with said that there are very few things that I cannot hunt down. I suppose this is my curse. I am hunting. Always and ever. Oh, you wonder what happened to that knight… well.. I still keep his armour.
If Nightwish forgive me:
“This is me, forever one of the found ones…”

Glad to hear you still keep it. Poor fellow. He had to fight on without it.
Not that he is not capable of doing so, but it would have been a lot easier for him.
We wander worlds sometimes, green forests, stars and stories,
a secret time under 3 moons
We walk the clouds at times and ride on dragon faeries,
a drink with friends under 3 moons
We run the hills sometimes, do battles upon evil,
a bard so sings within the shadows
We turn the ghosts away and jam with angry mages,
a silent dream within the shadows