- The knight, with sword drawn high, struck down with strength increased.
- Slayed the dragon, but — surprise — himself became the beast.
- Toward the sweetened fruit, led the rod so strait,
- But through the years, from rust and strain, became the building great.
- Shedded plate and shield to fling a fatal stone,
- Then grew four feet, a giant now, for he’d become the foe.
- A stone cut without hands, careening down the hill
- The statue smashed, then in a flash, the statue’s place did fill.
- The silence of the grove, the buzzing of the bees
- Have been replaced with mountain halls secured by locks and keys.
- The mustang roaming free, wind whipping at its mane,
- Is bridled now, and saddled up, and hauling ’cross the plain.
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