Spread you wings,  
Deep into the fog.   
Flap down and take off.  
Throw it all away and around. 

Soar off into the heavens,  
With your beak borne light,  
Held high into the night,  
Guiding us along (and without fight.)

Take rest in the inn,  
Rest your well-worn wings.  
O’ sir knight,  
Guard her through the night.

“It would be my pleasure!”  
O’ brave sir knight,  
My thanks are beyond measure.  
Keep her beacon alight.

Good night.