There once was a maiden draped in white
She prayed for justice and all which was right
A blessing to those who sought solace from their sorrow
And for those who would never see tomorrow
Pure of heart and soul
She was always there to console
A lighthouse for the broken, a saint for the weary
None know where she went, but there is a theory
That she traveled the war-torn world for those in need
Alas, alone she could not perform this deed
She had but one who stood beside her
A knight, who for protection she would defer
For this task, only one would do
Nothing escaped his purview
Strong as steel and quick as lightning
His chilly visage was quite frightening
For those who sought to steal her light
Found themselves halted by the knight
Even with his blood-stained sword and pitch-black armor
She only ever saw him as her childhood friend, just a farmer
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