She raises the sword another time

Deigning him a Knight sublime

Not the Black King but a Knight so rare

One who loves and who can care.

She touches him gently on the neck

A chaste kiss a tiny peck

To indicate her love and gratitude

For empathy and lack of platitude.

Sweet friend, be with me in the fight

Against the dark and too much light

That threatens reason and the profligate

And steals the good from heaven’s very gate.

A beauty reigns, may it never pass

Speaking gently of things to pass

A future hidden in His mighty hand

An empire now begun in a promised land.