A lone knight stood facing a great Beast
Battered, bleeding, bearing pain unimaginable
Unyielding still in the face of every strike
Still standing for a cause he knew was just
Through every blow his armor held fast
Free of blemish or crack or dent,
Denying his enemy its victory, guarding
Ground reserved for his King’s banner
Under that banner, his sword’s edge
exacted revenge a thousandfold, punishing
Pain that that sent the Beast recoiling,
Running back to its master till its demanded return
In the Face of All Terror
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