Tender-hearted knight who became my night,
who would now pierce my dark soul with most brilliant light,

I bid you forfeit now
chivalrous attempts to restore me to holy honor, to reclaim
that beauty which flashed once across my face before
love cracked and I returned to merely dust.

You see clear through this veil
of separation, my eternal suffering, and I know you
need to be the hero, need to believe in strength
of your power to set all things aright.

Noble your quest.
Honest your heart.

As golden day succumbs to starless night,
we remain two lovers whispering in moonlight.