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The knight charged once, twice but not a third

For at that moment came the largest bird

Up into the air they went, the knight screaming loudly

The knight returned with the head, looking proudly

Only then did they realize it was not dead

Staring at the blinking eye, he fainted and was stole to bed

Waking later the knight recalled the previous day

Not wishing to be in this kingdom of magic and prolong his stay

Jumping out the window, landing on his awaiting steed

Through the town gate like a ghost, drinking a mug of mead

Drunk and speeding through the forest are not a good

A low branch came and dismounted him, killing him like no monster could

The poor knight died that day

Under the tree where the harpies play

When found all that was left was bone

The town’s folk buried him with many a stone

A hero’s burial for a fool’s death

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