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