Knight in armor
Nothing left for the squire
Only wishing for a peace of mind
Weeping for your solemn right
Leave him be oh gentle knight
Eternal is his youth and pure is his soul
Deem him worthy of this petty grace
Give him naught but your silvered wings
Even Icarus could have only dreamed
Of these feathers emblazoned in gold
For the sun burns bright and
Falling far is the only flight
Even Athena, noble in all but life
Reaps nothing but you
Embroiled in ash
Descending from your lofty height
