He wears an astonishing shield

made of silver and zinc

His word is a sword

that he will wield as he starts to feel

Beautiful knight, is it battle a must?

Don’t let your fears rust

the shining treasure I knew once

You can command an army being a loner

but, tell me, is it worthless?

The general becomes a prisoner

living forever in a fortress

Don’t you ever think to leave

your armor on the grass?

How much can it harm

dive into the past?

The lake might be cold and green

little crabs could pinch your feet

Even though, so sad you quit

it feels so good to swim

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