And the Trumpet Blares by I.E Morgan

And the Trumpet Blares (2003)
With my lustrous armor and lance
I seek only danger and chance.
My martial steed
And stamina and speed
Keep me dignified for my glorious match.
On my charger as fast as I can,
My lance shot through my opposing man
But his lance turned in,
And pierced my skin,
And slit my fine-looking throat.
It bestowed my life with critical harm
And paralyzed Sir James of Arm.

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