As he gets ready for a games hike,
Gazing on the defenders barberic eye,
Steps back as he scans the field of play,
Then so a savage beastman roars the green ground of day,
And so he bashes away, leaving mans game lancer with none to say,
Lancers name is Tony, feeling his fester,
playing on with a tormented gesture,
As he leaves the game for an inspections resort,
Media only has hideous report,
Feeling all the pain like a devoured prey,
In the chambers of rememberance he has something to say,
' will I lay my head in defeat' or will I show my fighting spirit'
Emerging he does, ripping off every critic and words of defame,
Here he comes, and plays a lancers fame,
echoes of cheer, like flags lifted high, there he stands, a mans so arise.
The Unforgetable Lancer ~
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