Cavalier - 2010/10/29

Shiny white knight gallops into town
Where upon the people shoot him down
Just to be sure they string him up
Spilling blood for their ivory cup
Some relic thought he spied a twitch
So rended limbs as if it was a witch
When the wind made a howl in the air
That burning head kept the icy stare
Wasted man relieved of worldly worry
Breezes spread his ashes in a flurry
His polished armor and silver sword
Dangle over the city hall as a ward
Abandon hope all ye who enter here
Before the penitent unleash the fear

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