In tarnished steel and weary plume, I ride beneath the silvered moon. A knight in armor, steadfast and true, Yet not the prince your dreams construe. With scarred hands and battle's trace, I guard your dreams, but know my place. For though I fight with endless might, The prince of dreams I can't incite. In twilight's shade, my pledge stands still, To shield with honor, love's own will. But prince's realm, a distant gleam, Rests only in the lands of dream.