My Misterious Knight

On a starry nigt
he comes to me in a dream.
My wonderful knight
his long hair with a mysterious beam,
and eyes like raven feathers
who both tickle me and sting.
And when he strenght gatheres
he revolves in a powerful ring
grasps his sword tight
and gets ready for a painful fight.
But no matter what he will come upon,
a beast, a deamon, them he will defeat.
Oh the blessed moon's son
my heart with passion and love he can greet.
When the sun rises up in the sky
he is no longer there.
He didn't even take the time to say goodbye.
But him to come again I dare,
in a dream
or…..
maybe, just maybe