Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains stand in dream, A gentle breeze through pine trees sighs, And whispers secrets to the skies. An ancient tale the wind recalls— Of lonely knights in ruined halls, Who pledged their hearts to honor true Beneath these boughs of timeless hue. No mortal ear may hear it clear, But souls who love find meaning here: That courage grows where shadows fall, And hope survives beyond all wall. So listen when the night winds sing— Their quiet wis...
