Face of Fourteen Illusions

Face of Fourteen Illusions Abandoned Confession of a Knight of Beauty If my mind had not been clouded by the evil hand of fate, I would have perceived all the allure of the senses and the yearnings of the spirit. I perceive that your words and actions make you truly exist, Your countenance and blade flowing with blood and passion unseen by the world. I admire all the grace bestowed upon your noble nature, Hidden in the darkness of the armor but deeper than the heart. Perhaps yearning to see you, I caught a glimpse in visions, Burning with rigorous penance to elevate your nobility. Blind loyalty would reclaim you from all lands and kingdoms. Fearlessness veils our shy eyes more than any shroud. Our Commandments of Sonnet test our resolve like the breath of a louse. How I wish you could know my devoutness. How I wish you could know my longing. How I wish you could know my fervor.