My horse gallops quickly following the single light
On its course moving its hip to escape the plight
Searching for the source it trips trying to find it's sight
Almost blinded by the force, its eclipses is much to bright
My ride winded and it's naying coarse it falls in the night
It cried as it journey ended and I had to sway through the gorse in my boots
I ran in a hurry and I prayed as my feet were sore from the roots
My hands wounded as I walked through a flurry of newts
Hear a man talking and my body became dirty with soot
I land hearing hawks and almost thought my fury was in moot
Until I gawk at the light and its eerie fruit
The house in my sight and a dreary man in a suit
He crushes trees in his might and merely laughs in a hoot
Splits seas like their trite and dearly referred to as a brute
Now to old to fight and instead transfer out his loot
I traverse for his rites and shoot for his wishes
Dear deity of such purse I wish for my neighbor riches
I know you have the ability to curse him with visions of liches
And instantly make him chose the decision to give up his digits
I handed him a gift made of a collision of widgets
Pleased he lifts me up and positions my foe to his edges
The rift hits his head till he goes and jump off the ledges
The enemy was dead and I was the first to get the message
On its course moving its hip to escape the plight
Searching for the source it trips trying to find it's sight
Almost blinded by the force, its eclipses is much to bright
My ride winded and it's naying coarse it falls in the night
It cried as it journey ended and I had to sway through the gorse in my boots
I ran in a hurry and I prayed as my feet were sore from the roots
My hands wounded as I walked through a flurry of newts
Hear a man talking and my body became dirty with soot
I land hearing hawks and almost thought my fury was in moot
Until I gawk at the light and its eerie fruit
The house in my sight and a dreary man in a suit
He crushes trees in his might and merely laughs in a hoot
Splits seas like their trite and dearly referred to as a brute
Now to old to fight and instead transfer out his loot
I traverse for his rites and shoot for his wishes
Dear deity of such purse I wish for my neighbor riches
I know you have the ability to curse him with visions of liches
And instantly make him chose the decision to give up his digits
I handed him a gift made of a collision of widgets
Pleased he lifts me up and positions my foe to his edges
The rift hits his head till he goes and jump off the ledges
The enemy was dead and I was the first to get the message
