It is with Knightly honour that we are empowered to have great knowledge from within & without. With such knowledge comes power, a power that is naturally produced & requires no additional influences to achieve great things. Power is not about the control of others, it is about harnessing the inner strength & full understanding of one's purpose in this particular existence, such truth that can only be realised at a knightly levelBetwixt the strokes of the clanging bell
Midnight hangs like a waiting shroud.
There’s a place so dark no shadows fall;
Tis a void amidst the changing years
So go not there for you’ll not return.
Behind the chimes of the old and the new,
Is an alleyway ancient between the realms
And in this place you must not wait
Lest you be seen by those who observe.
Only the brave will want to go.
Only the courageous will want to know.
For this is the land at the end of time;
The forgotten land where the Devil rides out.
If you hear him, you must close your eyes.
If you see his chariot above the skies
You must wish three wishes so he’ll then pass by.
Do not linger and do not look
For if you do, your soul he will pluck.
At the stroke of midnight
Just walk away,
Do not look back
And do not stay.
How do I know this?
How could this be?
Well of course
The Devil and I keep good company…..
The Devil Rides Out…
