Through endless night, the wind does wail,
A knight rides on, his heart grown frail.
His soul in tatters, his body worn,
Yearning for the touch he once adored.
Her voice, a whisper, soft and near,
Yet in the shadows, she disappears.
For years he’s wandered, blind with desire,
A king without a crown, lost in fire.
Chasing her warmth, her scent, her grace,
A soul undone in this empty space.
A hollow crown, an empty throne,
His queen is gone, and he rides alone.
When the kingdom fell, the fires raged,
But her heart was cold when he touched her face.
Now, he rides, with longing deep,
To replace a love he can never keep.
He tastes her skin on his weathered lips,
But the memory slips away with moonlight’s kiss.
His armor rusts, his spirit sighs,
He reaches for her touch within the skies.
The quest was false, the hope a lie,
No end to the journey, but still, he rides.
For a hollow crown, and a barren throne,
He rides forever, but always alone.
Now he lies beneath a withered tree,
Her shadow haunting what he’ll never see.
For a hollow crown, and an empty throne,
He rides forever, but always alone.
CaliStray 