Latimer
When he rides, my fears subside
For darkness turns once more to light
Through the skies, his white horse flies
To find a land beyond the night

Once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
From everybody's sight
The wizard of them all, came back from his fall
This time wearing white

He has a certain air, as if he's never there
But somehow far away
And though he seems afar, like a distant star
His warm he can convey