Shining, my heart valiantly;

Fear not thy strike nor blemish,

Twas forged for you gallantly,

That you wantonly remiss.

I beg your heart’s charity,

To touch thy hair of raven,

Seek not but cold clarity,

Let thine breast be my haven.

In your arms waits contentment,

An ancient love, souls binding,

On loves wings ride ascendant,

On our lighted path Shining.