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...