THE CHAMPION
Upon a white stallion,
The chivalrous knight shall ride,
It is the King’s quest,
For which he has ordained to stride;
He fights for the light
Burdened with benevolent battle,
Aches of unwhole hearts,
Straddle atop the lonesome saddle;
At twilight he lies awake,
Dreaming of fair maiden dear,
Lost to the fact, with dawn,
Comes more blood, sweat and tears;
He drifts amongst stars,
To touch her face through the skies,
Faith in wounds forgotten,
Once he greets the damsel’s eyes.
Often I find myself stereotyped as a Cro-Magnon muscle head. I work out religiously, but that doesn’t make exercise exclusive to my body. Mind and soul take precedence in my self-development.
I wish to meet like minded friends who share my passions for music, poetry, art, nature and knowledge. I don’t discriminate. No matter age, shape, shade or size – I welcome your thoughts and words.
For superficial characteristics: I stand 6’, weigh 230 pounds. I have auburn hair, straight, white teeth, one blue and one green eye.
As I fight for freedom through my appeal it would be wonderful to find some kind hearted, honest and loyal friends. Those who are here for me at my lowest will be the ones I want around as I reach the top. All we do comes around full circle. I’ve witnessed this first hand. Now I strive to be a beacon of light for the world to follow. I’m now accepting applications for potential companions in this campaign. Self-centered need not apply.
Leif Bothne