He rode a mighty horse
And he bore a flag,
A sigil on it against
All that was bad,
He was a king
But still a man,
Many didn’t understand
But in battle he was fierce,
Yet after he showed compassion,
By taking a knee
In the middle of a battlefield,
He would say a prayer
For all of his enemy,
Covered in their blood
He showed them the respect,
And showed everybody his equanimity.
❤
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