Ok, well I needed to create a mediocre poem to submit to tafe with my folio, so I whipped this up. Story of a Death Knight Over the hills and through the fields, He comes to you at night. Beware, sweet child, beware, He brings with him his glory and might. From the clearing and into view, He is a ghastly sight. Beware, sweet child, beware, Hither, comes the blackest Knight. On through the pass he comes further still, His eyes are set on you. Beware, sweet child, beware, His soul is gone, his heart’s gone too. By the lake, and past the fires, So swiftly he does ride. Beware, sweet child, beware, His eyes see all, none can hide. He smells your fear and tastes your blood Closer, closer still he comes Beware, sweet child, beware, Can you hear his death song as he hums? He is so close now, almost upon you, You must flee this wretched place. Beware, sweet child, beware, Can you see his smile upon his face? His reach is long and deliberate, His strength immense, you are his to keep. Farewell, sweet child, farewell, For you, none shall weep.