stuffy

∴ In quest of honour, stith and stout
he seeks no fame, nor boasts about
through trials wild, in woods enchanted deep
and mountains high, where dragons sleep
dons armor dark, by flames both charred and seared
the fate he seeks ‘neath stars revered
bards of the morrow may sing his song
yet these titles and glories, to the stuffy belong


for in adventure, his spirit thrives
not in crowns won, nor wealth doth strive
deeds untold, in scrolls, quietly rest
valor and romance, in hearts, confessed
stories whispered low, asked by his kin
’til dying day, content with the joy within ∴