There once was a beast and his master
Neither being of nation or creed;
A jolly knight-errant was the master of blade,
His mount an uneasy steed.
And though he did fall, our knight did fight
Until his dying breath;
Noble throughout the perilous, constricting night
Until his timely death.
Throughout the land, he rode on mount
Helping those whom he was able,
\'Til then his horse ran him off-course
And grew much less than stable.
And though he did fall, our knight did fight
Until his dying breath;
Noble throughout the perilous, constricting night
Until his timely death.
Now, on his rump, our knight was dumped,
Mount fearful, skittish, and vanished.
Morose and lost, our good knight, was he,
And surely all hope was banished.
Steadfast was our knight against the monsters of the deep;
Despair he did, but wrestled he with many demons.
Against oblivion he knew he fought bravely,
So to struggle, he needn\'t any reason.
And though he did fall, our knight did fight
Until his dying breath;
Noble throughout the perilous, constricting night
Until his timely death.
One night, respite found our good knight,
Whose heart was low with mourning.
His quivering mount indeed appeared,
But the knight abstained from scorning;
Forgiving was he to his lofty steed
And better were they for it,
And through many more nights, our steadfast knight
And his steed, both they bore it.
And though he did fall, our knight did fight
Until his dying breath;
Noble throughout the perilous, constricting night
Until his timely death.
So old grew our knight and his good horse,
Made strong from their exertions.
One another they adored \'til old age claimed both,
Neither sadness nor desertion.
And though they did fall, knight and mount did fight
Until their dying breaths;
Noble throughout the perilous, constricting night
Until their timely deaths.