Black Knight

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\Watching Guy ride out of Nottingham Castle, that perfect posture, moving in rhythm with his horse, before turning to return to Marian's side to fight and die if necessary-well, HE was my hero, not the lad in the hood.

Black Knight

My knight comes riding,

Not on a white charger,

But on a horse as dark as he.

No shining armor does he wear -

A costume of leather, black and snug,

Clings to him like a second skin.

He sits so straight and proud

Upon his black steed;

Moving in perfect rhythm

With the horse

My dark lord rides in upon

His dark steed . . .

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