A shot in the dark I was sure would be missed,
A last ditch effort to get back what I wasted.
A shining light in the pit in which I reside,
A leap through my fears left it to her to decide.
A spectre of hope was all I had left,
I chanced it despite the risk of being bereft.
I coined off my plights to open her heart,
I prayed she would help and give me somewhere to start.
The start she did give,
but its my life to live.
A list of oaths nine items long,
were all that told me where I belonged.
I exist outside the promises bound,
The strands of my fate are yet unwound.
But what is a knight with no liege to obey,
What is a queen with no serfs to give way.
A lord with no liege, A liege with no lords,
A queen with no lands, A knight with no sword.
What life is fit for outcasts such as we,
What cruel fate is our destiny?