The Battle

	At dawn's first light, the gallant knight
	sets out, a bold crusader.

	At mid day sun, the battle won,
	the foe has fled, a sudden dread,

	and now the victor comes undone.
	A pause, a cause that once begun

	cannot suspend until its end,
	must stay the course, with lance and horse,

	till filled with fright, the steadfast knight
	kneels to pray, his options weigh,

	his debts repay much later.

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