It was a snowy night, crummy and bleak
When the oceans cried and mountains felt weak
Murky skies, moonlight grew dim
The cold air was cursed and stank of grim
This night was the most precarious I had seen
My soul cried blood to the horrors obscene
I, the child of the eternal flame
FAITH as my armour and ‘KNIGHT’ in my name
I wielded the sword of HOPE with the witt of a thousand suns
I survived the long dreadful night but I bled out my expectations
I, the ‘KNIGHT’ still stand strong though I paid a steep price
The snowy night has passed and I hope to see the sunrise
