As the crescent moon fades into
the heart of the night,
I stay awake, standing guard.
listening to its calming silence,
for I know,
My Queen shall need me one call away.

Strong and kind, She is known among the lands,
The very essence of Divine Feminity
worshipped, adored and seeked by many
The Brightest star to be even seen in the night.

Everyone knows the warmth of her kindness
the one who cares for them all,
Alas they have not realised,
That even Her Heavenly Grace needs warmth.

Every night, I address her,
heed her with her strategies for War and life
But at nights dark as the ones that passed,
I see Her Grace, Broken by the whips of her Heart.
She drowned within the silence of her tears,
bearing her heart like a new born child,
As a knight stained by the crimes of War,
Her teary eyes caused more pain to me than it all.

I wear her tears as Sacred jewels on my Neck,
it's very presence ignites my will.
for I must Fight more than i ever fought before,
Summon enough strength to shatter terrains,
bare enough courage to face cavaliers of Her doubts,and Be strong enough,
that She can rest on me without a hint of Thought.

Every Night I take this oath,
To fight her battles as long as serve,
For She is the Queen acknowledged by the World
and I shall be the Knight, Her Grace Deserves.



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