The knight entered the vast plain, wearing a smile
Riding a stout winged creature, nowhere to be found
And as he dismounted to rest for a while
The beast got impatient and clawed at the ground
Its large crooked beak was that of an eagle’s
Its mane like a lion’s, but snowy white
Its screech was louder than a dozen seagulls
With those sharp eyes, shining a scarlet bright
The sun was ablaze, the shades were all sacred
The fruits hanging from the boughs were all gleaming
And the knight being so tired and well fed
Went to a charmed sleep and started dreaming
For that was the curse laid on the fruits
The deed of the Govonian king
His wizards had cursed the trees to their roots
Should they deep and magical sleeps bring...
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