Loyalty, where does that bound you?
It brings you the love and devotion of the miserable.
The sad and melancholy sound of battle.
The cracking of bitter filled hope.
The deepest regrets brought to the forefront of your destitute desire.
The loyalty of loyalists is not for me.
Not for the man whose loyalties lie elsewhere.
The man whose blood drenched sword is set afire with the mist of Caledonia.
The Caledonian mist forever a voice for my loyalties.
Where do my loyalties lie if not with the loyalists?
May they lie with the traitor's who exposed the loyalties?
They must, for I have loyalty.
Just not for the loyalists.