LIFE CYCLE: KNIGHT OF THE LEGION OF HONOR
Life Cycle: Knight of The Legion of Honor: 39 LinesI remember the afternoon I knelt,
Was knighted and inside I felt,
A sense of joy and a transformation that was far from done,
I was a long way to being a distinct someone,
Like the ninjas who once ruled Japan,
I too had a rough and long jounrey to becoming a man,
I was pinned and became immortal,
Between the walls of Eta Phi, a portal,
That I ventured, peered, and looked in,
And saw a place where my manhood, life, begin,
I was still rugged, jagged, and in the ruff,
But polished through these walls I would leave ready to handle the tuff,
And my polish was not the polish you think of, for that polish last a mans whole life,
No, It was my training grounds to learn, and learn well so that I may conquer strife,
Not that I wasnt battle tested for in those times I may have made general,
But so that in the end theyd say I was king at my funeral,
And for those who are knighted you fit the armor at your own space and time,
To which in truth is when you are at your prime,
And the laws of Sigma Nu are second nature to you,
And you have proven you are battle tested through and through,
Then you become leader and all know its true,
Because at some point, brothers look up to you,
And it happens whether you like it or not,
For in these walls you grow old and rot,
And the fresh and the new come to do as you once did,
To take the place you once roamed and are now rid,
That the dynasty continue and the generations come,
And the stories are passed down until victory is won,
So it is as a knight in the Legion of Honor,
Of whom im certain has a man named O'conor,
And we say Legion for indeed we are many,
Since 1869 weve come a plenty,
And are here to stay as the years continue,
Long after the flesh fall off the sinew,
And in birth the cycle is repeated again,
A new knight is born, to become a better man within.
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