The flash of lightning turned her beauty to a silhouette,
and the consequent thunder conquered her voice
when the young Prisoner and the Dark Knight met.
She knelt before the Knight's steed
as the rider made his choice,
still sat upon the saddle watching the Prisoner beg and plead.
His ebony armour still carrying innocent blood,
he slowly lowered himself to the ground -
a scorched landscape drowned in mud.
The Knight raised his crimson sword above his head.
It sang to the storm-filled sky as it
swung towards the girl,
but it hit her chains instead.
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