In flair of blacks and blues,
Misfortune rose,
Battling a war to lose,
A worldly bloom chose.
Folks departed,
Crowds fled,
Cattle diseased,
Innocent bled.
Crowns broke,
Faithful fell,
Unthreatened the folks,
Heaven nor hell.
The greedy,
Lost grace,
Poor feared,
Being un-embraced.
Born the one,
The undisputed,
With the heart of gold,
Rose- corinated.
Tears drenched,
Her silver robe,
Took an oath,
To save the old.
Death befell
The rampant,
Furious and foolish,
Defeated, the gallant.
Castles burnt,
Justice served,
Poor rescued,
Wounded cured.
Hailed the skies,
The saviour.
In their terms,
The true warrior.
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