Knighthood's Darkside

I feel the flash of wind up against my skin

A coolness that has never seen the

light of day before

As I forge hot metal into the night

the sizzle of inspiration

the hiss of desperation

And I dream of

the nights that howl as the moon weeps

when it sees the light from the fire

that even the sun grows envious of

The steel forming from a rival of the light of day

Yet still it needs to burn the water of Earth to make it

Harden, darken and stricken

The core of knighthood

A new day will start with a new name

on the Earth's breath

As the sword that was made of darkness

lives in the light