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You fight him with your words

Yet its only you against an army

They cut your heart out with a sword

But you came back holding up for more

First was the battle which was little light

When the king's son cut off your feet

But with your dark light you made a fight

By going to a source not of your fleet

Second next was the war which carried

From the queen of the land who got help

From people who didn't want you buried

So with sword she cut you to pieces and threw them in a well

Finally was your retreat which was bad

The queen entered your fortress so quick

With an ending we know that is real sad

Because you kept building your head on a stick