He set off on a dark black steed,
Of the Kings advice he paid no heed,
The knight rode on for many miles,
Many women tried many wiles,
But this man had room for only one,
For her he had searched for many an eon,
With dark black hair,
And a graceful air,
She shone even at night,
Her touch ever so tight,
When he arrived they embraced,
Up and down she had paced,
Waiting for him to safely arrive,
Worried whether he would survive,
Now he was here,
She need no longer fear,
That he would perish,
His heart not she would cherish,
Together they went into the trees,
While behind them a breeze stirred the golden leaves,
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