Chanoine

Yet I want to fight, dear friend Despite the sadness of the unknown I'll battle fiercely for that crown And for it struggle until the end Unspoken thoughts, doubts of time Shattered shadows of an old ghost Dear friend, how can a ghost? Wear a crown that should be mine Do you think my heart still unpure? When I want her to burst sunshines And have her crystals sing in chimes Or am I just not the awaited cure? Speak, dear friend, words of wisdom Tell the faith of a black knight Awakening from a long long night Who'll free his beloved kingdom