(caution, standard storyline poem ahead, read with disgression
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A beam of sun,
glinting from afar,
amidst the misty mountains,
What could it be?
What mystery?
This light that shines
not from the skies!
Alas, it is no enigma.
It is but bravery, courage,
strength, passion, and will,
wearing a suit of armor
in search of an ending
worthy of history.
Behold, he rides on
fearlessly into the mist,
outrunning the wind,
that moves quietly behind,
carrying the sounds
of the dangers ahead.
What wills this noble knight
to move into the darkness?
His trophy awaits at the summit,
like a rose, deep in the bush,
guarding herself with thorns.
Yet, those who risk its pain,
gain beauty beyond.
'Ride on my knight,
fear not demise,
Ride on my knight,
and claim your prize.
Be it gold, love or pride,
Ride on my knight
and claim your prize.'
