plucking stars from the night sky
to place them under your crown
o king, can you not light my way?
I long for your knight in the moon
my shadows become me

an old dress made from gravestones
to wear as I bow before your might
dignity found between two of us
becomes armour for dear sir knight
her beauty mocks me

our future is built from the past
yours is noble and bright chivalry
mine is built from the dirty blood
though they both share the same sky
its struggle pains me

with heart made from a dozen arrows
wooden lord of trysts and robbers
I had you up my sleeve for a reason
you escaped with my sun but I laugh
your daring amuses me

dear king, dear knight, dear sky
take this offering made from my skin
and add it to your greater beings
sacrifice me before your glory
my words betray me