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The black knight sleeps easy
On the hill of darkness
Only the spot lights bloom
Somehow he feels cheated
He doesn't have the confidence
He can't gallop to the city square
He knows he will receive rotten eggs
He has become the Santa Claus
Giving out aids for propping up his image
Using taxpayers monies for his projects
He can't fool the people for long
Now he dreams
Saddling on his black horse
As he gallops for his battles
He finds fire surrounding him
He calls for help
Shouting to charge the fire
He must be a fool doing that
The fire takes hold he stares in horror
When he struggles to get wake up
The spot lights tripped into darkness
He knows it is a bad omen
The palace is sinking and he knows it
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