Beneath a sky of ghostly gray The knight arose to face the fray His armor shone, but heart was frail A paper boat against the gale The god descended, fierce and proud A voice of thunder, chill and loud “You dare approach?” it mocked, amused Yet in his eyes, the knight refused Oh, how the stars seemed to cry For those who dream beyond the sky A mortal bound by fleeting breath Who faced the storm, though it meant death The knight swung high, his courage fierce Yet found his blade too weak to pierce Each clash, a hymn, a mournful song Of one too small, yet standing strong The god looked down with ancient grin "Your fight is lost, you can't begin." But still, the knight raised trembling hand To carve his name upon the land Oh, how the stars seemed to cry For those who dream beyond the sky A fleeting flame, a brave pretense Who burned for love, at his expense
