Echoes voices with sharpened hearts,
Steel armors and a black mask. 
With winter’s icy blade that glided
Along my skin, and sliced an opening 
Across my suit of armor. 

Unfaltering, standing tall in the night sky. Under the moon’s wake, 
firmly erected. A minuscule line,
Hardly visible to the naked eye –
The naked self an unfamiliar sight. 

The chilly air pierced my skin, but
Nothing could enter. For the Knights
In heavy armor stood as guards 
At the entrance of my heart.