Tearing apart all drenched in blood
He stood up high and bounced his sword
“Leave her hand don’t dare you touch”
Pointing at the army he ferociously bawled
She lied unconscious like a sack of dough
Pale white face, had shivering lips to contour
The armament had Pity and disguise to bestow
What a shame it was for the army in that row
Helpless young woman was ablazed by the mob
Shivering in torn clothes she continued to sob
The young strong man stood up high
And placed the girl on his thigh
He was all leathal yet full of strength
To come his way was to invite your death
As he walked towards his horse
He swung his sword with all the force
Then roared out loud and settled on the saddle
He rode back home as she slept in his cradle
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