Sword at his side and armour of steel,
The paladin rises and stands,
Goodly of heart and single of mind,
He'll travel the seas and the lands,
He'll seek what is right and abhor what is wrong,
His blade will spill blood foul and black,
The road stretched before him is trying and dark,
But the paladin cannot look back;
For the soul of a human is never quite pure,
'Tis stained with the dark taint of life,
But the paladin creed is of order and light -
He shall never be tempted by strife.
So he stalks away, downcast, his day's work complete,
A burning desire in his heart,
But he'll quench it with promises, hollow and grand,
Like an actor, he'll stay in his part.
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