Now priest and knight through woods do speed
To try escaping Mordreds steeds.
That rally close at pairs own heels
To try and death so quick to deal.

On head of pair who current fly
In fear of cur who draws yet nigh.
For many days in brush the hid
In hopes that pair their hunters rid.

To shore they tried to deftly sneak
In hopes they both their heads they'd keep.
But day did come on hidden road
Where pair in secret current bode

That both behind themselves did hear
A gallop great that spurred their fears.
Now hasty men do start to run
To spurn the foes who quickly come.

But evermore the sound did press
On heels of men with little rest
Or sword or spear to turn aside
The man at back who current ride.

For all their armor stowed away
In Arthur's lands in hidden glade
That lays on edge of Mordred's keep
When seat a table men did seek.

So men I'm haste now flee from foe
To realm of coast in running go.
In hopes that border bars the way
Of man who seek to swiftly slay

The pair on word of Arthur's kin
The one who stole his realm through sin.
For long they ran as hearts did pound
In des'prate hour their strength they found.

Then sudden out from brush a knight
With lance now pressed to fight
Did block the men who onward sped
And pair did fear their surely dead...

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