There the errant knight shook the bowels of the arena.
He rammed that practice pole up to side and back training as ever he should.
He could not,
He gave it all and see what devotion is,
what determination does,
how much of a commitment,
all efforts diving and engaging all of it.
What thunder hoofs on the saddle of his throne.
A horse not in training yet all the strappings of a life fit of a knight,
Such arrogance and pride of the errant knight building his haugtiness he had forgot how to see the people who have helped him throughout.
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