Saddle up and rise up, O my fallen knight.
Mount up and sit tall, fallen foe in sight.
Grip up and set sight, on frightened imps.
Look up and now draw, from them the myth.
Charge up and go forth, strike down with force.
Look down and look bold, no mercy no remorse.
Hold up and look back, to bread and butter
Mount down and march back, to pride and honor.
Tilt around and look down, glare at the ground
Feel joy and make toast, sun has fallen down
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