The sword has become everything like the Black King

Piercing the heart with love for all His Word can bring

Dividing joint and marrow to slake deep sorrow

A comfort not lost either this day or on the morrow

Delving deep into its beauteous depths

The strong love is adamant and full of lengths 

That she will go to access the holy writ

That teaches her the way to the path of it

Guiding and directing all her length long days

And filling all with the joy and sorrow of holy lays

Do not give up the faith to understand and know

All that it offers to us here in the depths below

Come joyful heart and imbibe the wisdom and strength

That conquers all and give love as the pinnacle of length

That teaches and confides in love so supreme

That in the oceans wideness is given all seen. 

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.