knightsoftheroundstadium
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Knight Hawk grunts as he struggle walks
The memories flooding him always
The recent past like a nightmare
A never-ending cycle of despair drifting
The blood he still feels on his skin seeping
The knights come together as one from the far
off place. As day turns to night; they line their
speed of horses to lines of the battleground.
Their round stadium is within their gigantic
