As I bear witness to this moment of divinity
Fallen is thy sword; solemn is thy guise
And with grace, this dainty soul yields her arms to thee
Astonished might I be this savior in the eyes
Of what was to become a piteous remnant of death
Whose very image hath wrought a battle in mind
Of this man who can't summon a breath
As he embraces such a beauty with a tender bind
As we part she gives unto thee a gratuitous gaze
With the passion of one wont to kiss...
However, quite nigh, there spawns a blaze
With townsfolk stampeding like cattle, it must be something amiss
Leading the by the hand, I place her upon the stallion
Blazes stormed the city like a plague; and so off the lady rode
Through the flame emerged a winged beast; a one part battalion
So toward thy sword I strode...
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