Upon the soaring wings of a flying beast
The knight landed on the vast tree-less plain
Sitting on his stout but elegant mount
He cautiously followed the narrow lane
He could see no one, and hear no sound
But he felt the savage gaze of a foe
Following his tail with every step
As if in the form of a black, grim crow
His mount, a creature unknown to many
strolled with pride, with its head held high
an ingenious blend of many beasts
Unrivalled on land, a lord of the sky
its strength surpassing a hundred steeds
its flight was majestic, a glorious sight
with its black, crooked beak and sturdy paws
it was a fierce enemy to fight
An ancient lone-oak stood by the lane
With its thick branches being out-flung
On its wizen bark one could see
Strange engravings in an ancient tongue
“Now we shall rest under a treeâ€Â
Stated the knight to his mount
And he retreated to the dark shades
To lie on the firm, cool ground
The pleasant shades were all sacred
For the bright sun was ablaze
And the golden, gleaming acorns,
Attracted an eerie but forceful gaze
For they had all become charm-borne
By the wish of an evil king
The tree was cursed to its roots
To charm every earthly being
The acorns brought upon a hazy sleep
To the weary, careless knight
And he was drowned in dreams dim
For their charm he could not fight
In his dreams he went to lands grim
And fought in battles grand
He encountered beings unknown
Their height he did not stand
The lights had begun to fade in the plain
And the bloody sun was drifting low
Yet the knight was still lying asleep
Unaware of his lurking foe
Silently a shadow began to creep
From the dark bottom of the tree
A massive and black serpent-root
And a ruthless creature was she
But all her wicked hopes flew away
For the silence was shattered by a cry
And crawling aside, it saw in dread
The Eaglio descending from the sky
With beating wings the grey figure sped
And with sharp, gleaming claws it came
It’s fury being a turbulent tide
Washing away the malice of a flame
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