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Knight Hawk grunts as he struggle walks The memories flooding him always The recent past like a nightmare  A never-ending cycle of despair drifting The blood he still feels on his skin seeping
The knights come together as one from the far off place. As day turns to night; they line their speed of horses to lines of the battleground. Their round stadium is within their gigantic
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