Aquesting on mine trusty steed...
Spurred on by a feeling of the possessed maiden's need
I spied a strange house on yon fair hill
But methinks to mineself tis haunted still.
For a foul smelling mummy doth me chase,
And the spirit of a lady fair vanished into space.
I look behind
And following still art the eerie twin knights and cohort bunch
That petitioned for a quest methinks tis a might out to lunch.


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