Beneath a carapace of polished steel,
Chillet stands, a knightly zeal.
With lance held high and visor’s gleam,
He guards the weak, a noble dream.
His eyes, like embers, burn with pride,
In tales of honor, deep inside.
He charges forth, a shield held tight,
Against all darkness, day and night.
Yet beneath the armor, cold and strong,
A gentle soul whispers a mournful song.
He yearns for peace, where swords lay low,
And friendships bloom, where kindness grows.
The whispers echo, tales of war,
Of battles fought, on distant shore.
But Chillet dreams of meadows green,
Where shields become a joyful scene.
Oh, Chillet, knight of noble heart,
May kindness guide you, play your part.
Let chivalry on gentle wings,
Bring solace true, the joy it brings.
For in your core, where strength resides,
True courage lies, beyond the tides.
And steel transformed, a helping hand,
Will build a world, where heroes stand.