Upon soaring wings and silvery feathers
The knight landed on the vast plain
Sitting on a stout but elegant beast
He cautiously followed the narrow lane
His mount, a creature none had yet seen
Strolled with pride, its head held high
An ingenious blend of many beasts
Unchallenged on land, a lord of the sky
Its large beak was crooked and black
Its lion-like mane, so pure and white
its cry louder than a sky full of gulls
with its sharp, amber eyes piercing bright
An old lone-oak stood by the lane
With its thick boughs outspread
Its bark was full of q***r engravings
That could not be easily read
“Here we shall rest for a whileâ€Â
Said the knight to his mount
And he retreated to the shades
To lie on the cool ground
The cool shades were all sacred
For the bright sun was ablaze
And the gleaming, golden acorns,
Forced every eye to gaze
For they were all enchanted fruits
The deed of the evil king
The trees were all cursed to their roots
To charm every earthly being
The acorns brought a hazy sleep
To the weary, careless knight
And he was dragged into vague dreams
For their charm was hard to fight
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