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Death
Death
The black knight rides upon the field slowly onBeneath the visor, the sightless sockets here uponGaze from a skull, the bony hands hold the reignsAs it moves relentlessly over all remainsThe king has fallen beneath his deadly paceFor none can live and see him face to faceThe child is cowed on bended kneeFor there is no escape, no place to fleeBlack armour on a white charger moving hereThe maiden falls, turns away her face in fearHe clasps the banner signed with mystic roseA sight of final ending now bestowsAnd now the Bishop prays, awaits his endFor there is no halting, no way to defendTransit moving over all the earthOnly in the distant sun, rebirth.
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