Knight, Knight, Knight in shing armor!
Do you see me without fault or
Do you see me in the line of battle?
Am I here for you or
Are you just going to pass through?
Pain it turns as my thoughts grow silver,
I never thought I could break this shiver!
The cold makes bare of all the things that
I once found to be overflowing.
Will you come and save me from this strife?
For I know that you have a knife.
Cut me loose from my own noose,
and I promise you won't loose.
For I will be your prize and burning desire,
To match you my knight in shing armor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem