are things of myth only
do you think of Satan only at nite
then
you know not the reality of the fight
I mount my mighty stead
time after time
and joust with Death
I hold tight my Princess's sacred scarf
as she casts her eyes my way
my armor clinks and clatters
as i settle into the saddle again
then dig my heels into my trusted companion
he snorts and jumps and accelerates with great force
Death, his lance at his side
steps foot into srirrup
for one more bout
knowing his ultimate defeat is what drives me to ride
Truth...an unforgiving enemy
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