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Songs of Sir John the Great

Dashing through the forest came he
Running as swiftly as could be
And as he did, no one could hear
John the Great, from Al' Threpaer
He made no noise as he travelled long
Save for the occasional melodic song
With a voice as fair as Orpheus of old
And wisdom of Athena, so it was told
Merry he was in times so gay
And never troubled by night or day
Held by the Graces in immense favour
And Aphrodite's love never did waver
Thus he set out though the forest bold
Shone his helm of glittering gold
His sword at his side was ever so bright
It gleamed even in the starless night
The trees looked in awe at this warrior fierce
Through his armour no arrow could pierce
The animals took shelter as he ran by
In shadows and holes, and treetops high
Still no fair creature was thus afraid
The coming of good John had made
An impression great of valour and might
Yet he was a just and kindly knight
But thus he trod for many long days
Through twists and turns and various ways
He arrived at the place that he doth seek
But as he held up, there was no one to greet
The walls of Tenidor were high and strong
Ontop of which walked soldiers along
The gate which he faced was gloomy grey
And darkness prevailed in the midst of day
For many a person this castle would fright
And be daunted by the unwholesome sight
But not good John he was not aghast
For he had seen worse in many times past
He stooped and he blew a sound on his horn
And then emerged his army withdrawn
From the forest where they had hid well
And waited for John and his orders to tell
They came out and seen were many men
Brave, fiecesome, and well rested by then
They stared up at the castle in hate
And then prepared to meet their fate

The walls were tall and castle strong
But the enemy held not long
Soon was John within its grasp
And never faltered to complete his task
Many a foe he slew that morn
Though his atire remained untorn
He was not harmed and good that be
For no better could any man see
Until at once with a mighty roar
Lothira'al came out the mighty door
Emerged he thus with many a host
A formidible bunch, or so they boast
John turned hither, and stood his ground
And his nemesis terror found
But strong was he and did not flee
But perhaps better would be
He attacked with fierce pace astride
Making the invaders turn to hide
But John stood firm and took his thrust
Fate ordained that kill he must
Lothira'al fell, his sword did break
And by his neck John did take
But felled him not for he was unarmed
And mercifull he was, so left him unhamed
But Lothira'al was grateful not
And from his side a blade he got
He moved to stab John behind
But never its mark the knife did find
Upon the tower recently took
An archer stood wich watchful look
He shot an arrow just and true
It found its man and killed him to
John staggered and he felt a gasp
For Lothira'al it would be his last
John looked up at the archer high
Saluted the man and he gave a sigh
For he wished no thanks for his recent kill
And marvelous display of his shooting skill
He took no pleasure in fighting here
But followed his Lord most everywhere
Still he accepted the praise with a smile
Then sat in the tower to rest awhile
Meantime elsewhere fighting remained
Though most of the castle John had regained
The dungeon was taken and prisoners set free
This was John's fortress forever to be
Lothira'al was quick to make an evil master
But John had replaced him even faster
The people sang praise- they were now free
And the flag was raised for all to see

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