In lands where whispers weave their tales,
Beneath the moon's soft, silken veil,
Two alliances, in dreams entwined,
Rose and Knights Radiant, hearts aligned.
In fields where roses gently sway,
Amidst the dawn's first golden ray,
Their petals dance, a symphony of hue,
In the tender embrace, love anew.
Yet, Rose, though fair in beauty's grace,
Falters when war's fierce shadows trace,
Its thorns, though sharp, lack warrior's might,
In the midst of conflict's daunting night.
The Knights Radiant, with armor bright,
Stand firm against the darkest plight,
Their swords ablaze with righteous fire,
Their hearts aflame with valor's desire.
While Rose, with petals soft and fair,
Struggles in the tumultuous air,
Its fragrant blooms wilt 'neath battle's heat,
In the clash of swords, it finds defeat.
Together they stand, hand in hand,
In love's embrace, a cherished band,
Yet in the realm where battles rage,
Rose, alas, finds its strength assuage.
But still, the Knights, with steadfast might,
Protect their love with valor's light,
In Rose's weakness, they find their strength,
In love's embrace, they go to any length.
So let the world sing of love's sweet art,
As Rose and Knights Radiant never depart,
Their alliance forged in destiny's design,
Through trials of war, their love shall shine.
