You in shinning armor, with your silver hair and bloodied sword, have come to take me from the fortress in which I am kept.

Such a pretty face, fine chiseled features, outlined by the moon's watery light

Cast shadows over everything as I fall under your spell and follow you willingly into the path unknown, knowing I will come to no harm with you at my side

We step equally up the path, towards enlightenment and vanish in the dwindling light