I open my eyes to dazzling dancing dreamy light.
"But I thought it was night?" I say, but it looks as bright as day
and that's when I notice the white knight.

She stands tall, with grace and all
gleaming, her pretty face beaming;
she stares down at me, and Lord, could it be?
her eyes shimmer, filled with much delight.

"Lady," she purrs, voice as soft as feathers on a bird
"Lady," she coos, her armor painted in the lightest hues
"Lady," she sighs, extending a hand and pulling me up to the sky
"Come with me, my love," and I cannot deny how much I'm in awe of
this white knight, holding onto my waist with all her might.

A mythical world grows around us; none of which that I see;
dazzling dancing dreamy light shines, all of it superfluous; none of which that I see;
she is the mythical being of my dreams;
she is all the light one ever needs;
the woman who lifts me up to the greatest heights;
my white knight, glowing bright.

"Wife," she chirps, claiming her title of which she now usurps
"Mine," she describes, dreaming of the first night to which she ascribes
"Honey," she mumbles, softly as into her arms I crumble
"I'm glad I've found you, my love," and I cannot deny how much she is the one of
my dreams, and how long we plan to remain together, well after our plight.

She holds me close and I hold her dear
soft words, unlike prose, filled with anything but drear;
The white knight is now my quaint wife
having seduced me by simply being a stunning Wight.

I open my eyes to a wondrous wife white knight.
"How can this be?" I claim, gazing upon my dame,
my savior, my love, my shimmering white knight.