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 The Dark Knight

 A stroke of lightning cleaves the sky,

A thunderclap from up on high.

A sinister cloud black as night,

 From forth emits an evil light.

Emerges forth a knight so bold,

A warrior from times of old.

A lance in hand with which to throw,

And spear his enemies below.

A sword in hand against the moon,

He stands on high a battle soon,

Our hero will begin anew,

Upon his steed his sword he drew.

He charges down upon the air,

The wind sweepeth his silver hair.

His cloak flies back, his armour shows,

Beneath the helmet two red glows.

He rideth on toward his foe,

His sword is ready for the blow,

To tear his enemy apart,

A battle ended from the start.

Because our hero cannot die,

Will never gain an end to life.

The knight forever rides on high,

So Odin keeps us safe from strife.

 Dragon King

 A blinding light, a searing flame,

 A fire from the heavens came.

And bringing with it from on high,

The king of dragons, of the sky.

On wings of silver, bronze and gold,

He hovers there the king of old.

His eyes shine greatly, burning bright,

Two orbs showing the purest white.

His brethren have travelled on,

Zero and neo have gone.

And so our king is left forlorn,

To aid the worthy and war torn.

Now the giant serpent flies,

To help his allies from the skies.

With rays of flame a mega flare,

He kills his foes with little care.

So if you’re ever in a bind,

If ever help is what you need.

Keep the dragon king in mind,

And bahamut will help indeed