Upon the narrow road there tread
a Warrior clad in mail
Wearing a helm upon his head
he rode along the trail
He sat upon a valiant horse
a steed so fair and white
It ran with all such speed and force
and carried the mail-clad knight
The Warrior raced and did not yield
then gave a piercing cry
He emerged upon the battlefield
and put fear in his enemy's eye
Left and right he smote his foes
fighting with vigor and zeal
Dealing out many savage blows
with his broad sword forged of steal
The leader of his foes came into sight
a terrible Warlord
His great black helmet was a fright
and he carried a long pointed sword
The warrior saw the Warlord and
charged at him on his steed
On his sword he placed his hand
And swung at the Warlord with speed
His sword struck hard and true then
It broke the Warlord's blade
And then the Warrior struck again
And the Warlord was so slayed
The warrior gave a victory shout
And his foes then fled
His enemies had figured out
That their leader was dead
The warrior urged his horse to run
He knew he could not stay
He went back to the narrow trail
And he trotted away
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