A bright soul of light he shines.
Standing for all to see.
His pure hearted light.
Doth cast away misery.

Moving through this world.
This lonely soul doth tread.
Waiting for the one.
With amber eyes.
And crimson lips of red.

She stands upon the hill.
Lonely and alone.
Knowing that soon one day.
Her true love will be found.

Standing there in the light.
Her dress blowing in the wind.
She sees his armor shining.
As he comes around the bend.

He moves along with sorrow.
This knight from times of old.
Spying her from afar.
He wonders to be so bold.

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