A/N: This little poem is something I whipped up while thinking about Sparda and Eva. I guess a scenario you could say perhaps of how they met.
Darkest Knight
Dark knight with hand outstretched
Beckoning me forward
Surely you jest
For how could one so magnificent as you stand to glance at me
Let alone ask for a dance
Darkest knight with eyes so blue
Swirl me around the ballroom
Enchant me further as I am lost in your depths
Yes the words you speak enrapture me so
It is with out a doubt you can hear my heart beat in my chest
Gentle knight with no ill intent
I am but a simple girl
Not worthy of one such as you
Yet if what you say is true, that in fact I was made just for you
I will stand by your side to aide you the best that I know
My knight
My darling
I am yours to hold
