Silent like a mourning the dark knights arrived,
chilling was the fight, across the long night,
Moon was so feared to spread the shining light,
Blue colour of the sea became red like a wine,
Cruel was the intentions who holds the bloody knifes, just a swift blow and the black crow dies,
Dark was the ritual but the men satisfied,
Now in the world only illness shall rise...
Ray of hope rose among the shore,
Sight of hope wearing the white cloak,
Men of honour stood besides and roar,
Oh ! It's nothing but a fantasy in a dream I wrote,
I am the knight and I wear the white cloak,
dark was the ritual but the men satisfied,
Why in the world now illness has rise??

© Fareed Ahmad khan