Fury burned in his hallowed eyes
Lady, curse this cowardly thief
Who took his trusted destrier
While he prayed his due to Her
In the fresh snow however
The tracks were clear for all
to see
So he used those skill he
learnt before
And commenced his relentless
pursuit
Through dark forest the path
weaved
Remembering him those that
dwell
Outside the world's eye, in
lawless places
His hand grips the hilt of
trusted steel
Ahead coarse tongue broke the
silence
A path crossing the woods he
found
Foul greenskinn'd ambushed
Luckless travellers who had no
chance
Foul creatures defiling their
prey
Divine wrath coursed through
his veins
A blurry of steel and green
blood
And his foes lay dead in the
soaked snow
The tracks however continued
Now joined by a woman's and
steel boots
Hunting the poor maiden
Red blood betraying her fate
Not far he found the hapless
creature
And sent him to a righteous
death
The woman hid nearby
But the wound was fatal
Sorrow abound on this blessed
night
However a tiny voice rose
From the chest of the mother
A newborn survived thanks to
her courage
Recognising a sign from the
Lady
He carefully took the little
one
And its eyes seemed to know
Not a sound he uttered
Thus the knight raised the young
one
As one of his own
True to the words of the Lady
And the land of Bretonnia
And great knight he became
A divine servant of Her will
Now a king but before a child
Born on the King's Sleep
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