By the towering forest wall he stood
wearing nothing but green trousers and a
green hood, standing tall and proud like a
mighty lord in his hand a glowing red sword
All about him were the bodies of the dead
on the ground at his feet the evil masters head
His body lithe and strong
his blonde hair grew long, once again he
cheated deaths mighty wrath he looked at
me then vanished into the trees leaving a shrill
clear laugh
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