The fairest of all angels I do serve:
With a blood most pure and a will most strong,
Such a fine master I do not deserve;
For her to praise me is all that I long.
Behind ashen hair gleam pale azure eyes;
Those grave features in all do awe inspire.
Yet I, her night who brings her foes' demise,
Will answer her every whim and desire.
To see her in pain is my greatest fear;
From the slightest harm my queen I will shield,
Shrouding her soul in my own mind to bear
The doom to which she swore to never yield.
And although her death rendered my heart sore,
I shall stay by her side for evermore.