medieval
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A wealthy kingdom fights no war.
The princess is inside her room;
The king is dead there on the floor.
No one could have foretold the doom
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk
Listen whilst I remember, recall
Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet
For he was never such a declious trait
Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
She awoke in the dark, with the moon in her eyes.
She'd taken a chance; she'd been foiled by king's spies.
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
Ceaseless lines of maidens enthralled by me
Their love draped as a heavy wool blanket
Suffocating, choking, can’t stand to be
Beneath the wool, leading to my casket.
