Last night you're in my dream
you tightly hold my hand
soft sunlight made your face gleamed
you gazed my eyes and said "well planned"

You whispered "you're my right-hand man"
you looked bold, crescendo grows
while I was afriad of the gang "Ku Klux ****"
your twisted smile aglow, like free flow

I want to be your shield and then
with blissful courtly bestow
I bent a kneel for betrothal by Big Ben
in dream, we were brief commandos