Golden Saddle

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The sun set red, over the hill
the dark blood seemed to reflect it
The dead and dying lay on the ground
After the long fought battle
The knights of black swept their foes
Bringing down sword and spear the struck
For among the green was found
A kingly figure in a golden saddle
Defenses were raised against the charge
But the cries for blood would not still
All those around the king of gold were killed
For he alone escaped the battle
Riding his white charger over the hill
His horse nervously biting it's bit
With his, all that came near were stilled
For he escaped with his lovely golden saddle.