In the name of Pyros, a knight rides forth
     The life of service, unsteady course.
     Path to follow, harder still,
     Stout devotion, stronger will.

     Through sticks and stones, through blood and gore,
     Fighter braves on, for less or more.
     At every hour, his life at risk.
     What leads him on? His maiden's kiss.

     Life or death is not a thought
     To his fate his soul is brought.
     By the Gods his way is laid
     Through his honor, dues are paid.

     On his search for evil's rest
     There comes a time to end his quest.
     In a flash, he meets a foe
     Too strong for he, but does not know
     That he doth face a noble knight
     By Honor's name, he draws and fights.

     Dodge, defend, attack, assail
     His noble battle he does fail.
     Bled and bruised, his wounds severe
     Mortally injured, his death is near.

     His life at end, but not for naught
     For his honor, he rode and fought.
     In Draconia's name, he lived and died
     Tears of memory, his maiden's cried.

     But be not sad for valor's claim
     So brave others lost the same
     To live and die in Honor's light
     Secures a win of this life's fight.

     So though he lost and died that day
     He pursued in valor's way.
     His spirit cast in noble death,
     His book of life, closed and left.
     Nothing more than setting sun
     By end of day, his battle won.
 

--Gates, Knight of the Lakelands