The Red Guard

At the entrance to the keep
The Red Guard stands
Lance in his hands
And armour slick
His princess to protect

One man versus a siege and yet he must
Each onslaught endure, each rocky sphere
Each bolt, ballistae firing 
To break down his defences,
To penetrate to his demesne

Alone, the Red Guard stands
His princess safe upon her throne
And behind his silent mask he rasps
Whispered lips-spoken words
How he will take them all to task
These men of the lowlands
Who dare to siege the keep
This man from the high-lands
Can never be defeat.

The End

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