There was a knight so bold and true
Who met a dragon, unfazed, and slew
The beast with his mighty sword of light.
But not a soul knew of the glorious fight.
He faced a ghoul, fought so cruel in the ice,
Blood spattered, then he muttered, “So nice,
That I will rid this world of demons old.”
But no one was told of his noble goal.
He dreamed of peace, a life of ease,
A world of never-ending breeze.
But not a soul knew, not even a few,
Of his bravery; all evil would cease.
One day, the knight fell ill.
On his creaking bed he lay there still.
From his lonely house on top of a hill,
He painfully muttered, “No peace, if there’s no will.”
Meanwhile dark forces crawled in the night,
Bringing malice and chaos and hatred alight.
“Please save us!” cried the people with fright.
From his sickbed rose the silent knight.
He faced the demons, ready to ****
Stumbling and hurting as he wielded his steel.
The demons laughed with a piercing shrill,
While he muttered, “No peace, if there’s no will.”
He slew the demons, fierce and bold,
The ghouls and dragons, as they fled the world.
Evil was foiled and our hero was toiled;
From the heat of battle, blood and sweat boiled.
On top of the hill, the knight retreated,
Tired and ill, he had conceded.
The world flourished, a never-ending breeze;
All was at peace, life was at ease.
As people began to wonder why the sun was always bright,
Why, in the darkest times of yonder, there was always light,
Great evils of old shall fear our hero’s might.
But not a soul knew of the brave silent knight.
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Jun 1, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
There was a knight so bold and true
Who met a dragon, unfazed, and slew
The beast with his mighty sword of light.
But not a soul knew of the glorious fight.
He faced a ghoul, fought so cruel in the ice,
Blood spattered, then he muttered, “So nice,
That I will rid this world of demons old.”
But no one was told of his noble goal.
He dreamed of peace, a life of ease,
A world of never-ending breeze.
But not a soul knew, not even a few,
Of his bravery; all evil would cease.
One day, the knight fell ill.
On his creaking bed he lay there still.
From his lonely house on top of a hill,
He painfully muttered, “No peace, if there’s no will.”
Meanwhile dark forces crawled in the night,
Bringing malice and chaos and hatred alight.
“Please save us!” cried the people with fright.
From his sickbed rose the silent knight.
He faced the demons, ready to ****
Stumbling and hurting as he wielded his steel.
The demons laughed with a piercing shrill,
While he muttered, “No peace, if there’s no will.”
He slew the demons, fierce and bold,
The ghouls and dragons, as they fled the world.
Evil was foiled and our hero was toiled;
From the heat of battle, blood and sweat boiled.
On top of the hill, the knight retreated,
Tired and ill, he had conceded.
The world flourished, a never-ending breeze;
All was at peace, life was at ease.
As people began to wonder why the sun was always bright,
Why, in the darkest times of yonder, there was always light,
Great evils of old shall fear our hero’s might.
But not a soul knew of the brave silent knight.