The dark warrior rides his shadowy horse
He has followed me down my sacred trails
And once more he comes to claim his trothy
He has come to take my weary heart
My one ,my own, my only home,
Won the wars he did, but not the tide
The tide was hers, the sacred moon
She gave me a sword to stand and fight
She made me whole, so i am one
One with heart and stone
I will not fight i will not lose
For she is my sword and i am her yield.
~Moon Goddess~