The Knight Speaks

A ballad of death filled the breeze

And I swayed to the mournful strain

The Elysium or thy beautiful eyes,

With many a sparkling amethyst,

What was it that eased the pain,

I wondered with a silent mirth

Whilst thou smiled touching this soul

Dragging me to the life’s pelagic coast

Thy sapphire eyes reminded me of us

Bound together many billion years ago

Tell me my Healer, my Moon Maiden,

How canst I let it be clouded by doubts

Or let it fade into the sky of oblivion?

I know not how to sing a love ballad

Know not how to weave magic with words

To sweep thou off thy feet.

My fair maiden, what shalt calm the unrest

Troubling thy pious essence,

This knight knows naught.

I have not got too many words to say,

These are the only ones I have.

Eternity is something I cannot promise

But I promise to protect thee, 

Cherish thee, as long as I breath.

I promise to love thee, only thee

Like the soul of air, fire, earth and water

Like the presence and warmth of the sun,

Like the soulful strains of nature,

Like the  pious hymns,

Like the dreams, like the nothingness,

Like the solitude, like the togetherness.

Not for an eternity, O Enchantress,

But for a moment beyond eternity.