The Black Knight of the Franks,
He feared no thing,
Except for the hand of God.
With his sword and cross,
He rode triumphant,
Through out the Holy Land.
But once he crossed a monk of opposing faith,
But spared his life,
So his story was erased from history.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
The Black Knight of the Franks,
He feared no thing,
Except for the hand of God.
With his sword and cross,
He rode triumphant,
Through out the Holy Land.
But once he crossed a monk of opposing faith,
But spared his life,
So his story was erased from history.
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