So brave and yet so humble,
Carries a sword of might.
A cold death glow around him,
Yet gentle, my sweet knight.

His mind is indeed cloudy
Of memories from past.
Hoping he will find his way
And be at peace at last.

He’s different from the others
As if he’s not from here.
He’s honest and he’s loyal.
Intentions are quite clear.

Refers me as “My lady”
A true sir always should.
And every waking hour
I’d spend with him, I would.

I’ve seen him only briefly,
And as we part each night.
Tell him with a gentle voice:
“Sweet dreams, my sweet death knight.”