The king and the man

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.