A knight, lost in a silent forest, stumbles upon a sleeping nymph and speaks quietly. 'By what word would I name such beauty? What a peace she doth bring to mind, I've loved her already, in dreams. How would one wake her, though? Perhaps I might just caress her face and she will wake and be my wife... ..What words am I speaking? How could anything that comes from so far in the heavens possibly see my love? I am but an old battle goat next to an angel, and yet have I the strength to resist?.. I must, for surely my scars of war would only deepen her sighs.' *This picture is dedicated to my friend Jen, by whom this picture was designed.