It was but another desolate twilight,
Before you appeared and rescued me from distress.
Still that a wondrous knight has set forth,
Seeking the bliss of but an innocent maiden.
Trembling with doubts as the maid observed your emotions,
Yet trusted you when she caught a glimpse of love.
The knight held the maid as if she was as fragile as glass.
Bestowed her love as if she was the last maiden in the land.
Alas the knight had duties to fulfill,
And without another word, he set out into the world.
Abandoning the maid once more,
In sheer darkness.
