Thy adamant brow and scrupulous sight
Thou strong stilt body as the brawl of knight
Thy fists so strong, thy eyes give light
Thy strength gives peace in the valley of night.
For wherefore art thou, thy love, thy strength?
Am I waiting in vain or waiting in such length?
For thy imagery paved the oasis’ great strength
As I stumble at the end of thy fortress’ length.
Run unto me and shawl me with thy presence
Shower me with valor to life’s real essence
Thy countenance supreme in most awaited presence
But in the fleeting time of dusk I’ll wait in your absence.
Thy eminent succor as a grandeur that is bright,
Thy steel and velvet opulence in its foot to fight,
I will wait for thy coming to awaken my sight,
As the dusk paves the way to the morning light.