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