He was a phantom knight,
She was a princess of light.
He came for her hand,
With a golden band.
He came in with his heart beating fast,
for he could not forget the past.
His hands shook
as he cast his stones in the brook.
The thoughts enveloped him,
For he only was on a limb.
The feeling inside,
They would not die.
The princess of light
And the phantom knight.
They could never be
For if you see.
Nothing is ever as it seems
