In hallowed halls, where light does stream, 

Through colored glass, a sacred dream, 

A princess fair, with golden hair, 

Stands robed in green, beyond compare.

Before her kneels, with bended head, 

A knight so brave, by honor led. 

His shining armor, strong and bright, 

Reflects the gleam of holy light.

No helm conceals his earnest face, 

A short-trimmed beard, with quiet grace. 

Upon his shoulder, swift and true, 

The princess lays a sword anew.

A moment charged, with ancient might, 

As valor joins with royal right. 

In Gothic arches, soaring high, 

A pledge is made beneath God's eye.

The whisper soft, a solemn vow, 

As knighthood's mantle rests somehow, 

Upon his spirit, bold and free, 

For kingdom, truth, and loyalty.

And as the windows shine with light,

The Accolade is now a knight.

For good and honor, he will fight,

The protector of the right.