Life is full of a longing
hope
to see a handsome face
A smile, a laugh
a dimpled cheek
a mental swoon for this;
your doom
You hear his name
whisper it with sweet caress
He shall linger here
like sweet fresh air
The brush of lips
a murmured dream
your own black knight
begins to croon
And then the man you thought
twas yours runs
you through with
white-hot sword
Shrieks of madness
horrible hurt
the envious shadow
engulfs thy
light
Honor-bound white knight
with gleaming shield
tear through her
vicious veil
Erase the hurt within hazel eyes
help her now as she must rise
Damsel stop, look deep unto
those dark blue eyes that
ring of truth
Don't glance behind
you can't-you won't
As abandoned one
dressed black
from
head to foot
Lets loose a haunting
keen
A lost knight's call
for what
could have been
