For hear you all, she is from light made.


She comes from the realm of light, to my dark embrace.

She came to my dark embrace bearing light, dancing in her eyes.

The angel of heaven with the knight, lost in his own mind.



The angel ripped his thoughts asunder, and told him, this is not how things are.

And the knight thought, this angel...is she mine?

He asked, and she replied...


And thus the knight felt afraid of losing himself to his mind thinking of her.
Fearing losing both the angel, and his mind, not knowing what he'd do.

The knight sat many lonely nights contemplating his bothers and trouble.

Many were his lyrics of his sad and distorted mind, as he thought...


Will there be peace...