I have found strength in this luminous fortress

where the stars never seize to shine

my heart rest in bravery

and soul knows no boundary

This encompassment,

is not sorcery

but magic which cannot be learn,

it is the fiction

that becomes real,

a bond as strong as valor

for which I cannot reject,

and losing my hold

my head keeps spinning

in merry dreams,

fine fantasy

and darkness fades away

I stare into the eyes of this fortress

and she breathes earnestly,

my heart enyeastens

like a dough of joy,

and my will

grows lofty beyond the hills

There is no motte to protect

by the knighthood of the mountains,

she is cloaked by dew,

and crowned by the snowflakes,

because her unquestionable royalty

rests deep within my heart,

of whom she is made queen.

                                              By Kakraba Afful