the shields harder than steel,
to protect anything against how i feel,
swords sharper than an eagles eye,
armour strong and souls to die,
six brave knights stand on the narrow road,
and a tree in a middle while hollow,
raise their shields up in the site of an enemy,
while a poet stands and brews up a remedy,
to keep their morale stand,
while the knights find for one hand.
each wears a different armour,
that has a different pattern and glamour,
now dent with blows,
from the enemy that crows,
the enemy can be anything,
like a broken heart that needs healing,
or scared of a person who is bigger than you,
but they help u conquer obstacles,
and do whatever you do.
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