A fiercer foe he had not faced.
With trembling hands he did prepare.
His beating heart, oh, how it raced.
He gained his composure and saddled his mare.
The dark knight was his foe
and with dreadful blade the knight taunted.
With a terrible light the knights eyes did glow
Thoughts of ill intent and things unwanted
were all that could be seen in his demeanor.
Unsheathing his sword and galloping forward
to face the evil knight and be his people's redeemer.
This day he would not prove to be a coward.
With grace and celerity he strode
No more would evil threaten his abode.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 472 AF.