The mountain's cold.. a rending heart feels it,
A river run's dry so is the mind's wit.
Enshrouded in myrr, the word comes aflight,
Extinguishin' the spirit..o' englufin night.
A spinning abyss, an endless fall,
A longing so deep, an eventual stall.
Tears and pain, a worthless try ,
A knight's despair, alas he is right
His Sweat his blood dont cost a pie.
A prayer, a worship, a word, a never ending song...
Of hope ,of love, a rythmn divine...
The promise of Life, of love and grace so kind,
Of warmth kindlin flames' a heartbeat alive.
To mind comes a thought, a bond set so very free..
Shines the armor,rears the stallion , glints an edge,
Arise O' Knight, a war to wage and win the mighty medallion...
