To free midnights royal captive from within their hazy gloves. Stubborn, rebel starlit whisps, Strenghtened their increasingly opaque grips. Further darkening, The Moon's sedated kingdom below.
Insomniatic wildflowers lend their sultry perfume to the accepting breezes lips.
The pleasing scent weakening their enemy's iron grip. The Breezes jousted vengefully, through the now disbursing veils. Thus releasing from their curse, The prisoner, once immersed. The Moon, now illuminated with freedom, awakens it's slumbering kingdom. To Knight it's faithful Breezes, in shining armor, with a regal sword of moonlight.