In a lullaby he sleeps.

 Conversely in a lullaby he sleeps amidst the stars,

in woven dreams I sort to share he's bound no chains nor bars

Just as kept with promise He knows no other name,

he vowed in loves complexity To safeguard the burning flame,

He sees that evil element, and knows he holds the light inside

And aims to be victorious He yealds his sword with pride

A fortress made of stardust
A warrior armoured by the heart,

composed of loves endearing eyes, graced with presence the ivory skies

In times great language of the night, he sleeps below that gracious moon,

amongst the heavens glorious light, of little stars that swoon.