This thread is as a kingdom in famine,whereas it previously thrived,a kingdom of splendour that was once a sacred lake has become dry.
A poet that has lost his rhyme doth have the ability and talent to overcome the wane that permeates the realm to write again.As a true knight will know a counterfeit sword and scabbard,he also sees Gods will in the dedicated knaves and damsels at his service.This calls on all people of the brown table to exercise your will and alliegence .A falcon that refuses to hunt is only thus from being spoiled,a stallion that stops running should not own an orchard.So said,I bequeath the true believers to throw down thy shield.Although mortally wounded the Tale has by the will of God,survived.Therewithal this thread will not lay stark dead,it will arise meekly and ween itself from the wealth of imagination that is you.
