A thoroughbred bastard trotting in sand,
A reluctant knight in the barren land.
Saves one brother as no other could,
Slays none other to bind the blood.
Loyal to Arthur, bound to the Book,
Serves King and Prince of a different look.
Unites the fight taken to sea,
Shuns the light, becomes the key.
Towers he’s risen, half dozen and one,
Of knowledge admired, of a rule undone.
Through the fires of wasteland the bastard did crawl,
From a Superior Steed, in good deed, did fall.