You plague my dreams,
With your steadfast feet and silent might,
You raise your sword and charge,
Stabbing and slashing at every monster's fake pride.
Sing to me,
Drive the boogeyman away,
Slay the dragons of my dreams,
And help me face another day.
You've always been the bravest,
The epitome of bold,
Noble and caring and kind and alive,
With a spine made of iron,
And a heart made of gold.