As Sir David steered his horse towards the cave,
thh horse knew it led to darkness and gloom.
As the horse tried to move away,
it was given a whip and words of doom.
The sky rumbled, the clouds moved,
the end for the horse was near that he knew.
At the clearing where the princess stood,
I knew I was about to be stew.
The dis-believe in violence,
stands between the horse's life and death
The horse had to fight its ignoring sprit,
to save what was left.
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