At the brisk of dawn, there was a soldier
that carried a sword and a musket gun
but the soldier didn’t have a rank or a name
and that led him to be a man of mysteriousness
Just as the wartime was about to engage
a cry for help was in the distance
over the mountaintop was a girl of thirteen
she was about to be burned at the stake
The soldier rode on horseback quickly
and he heehawed through the darkness
to save this girl without her getting burned
it was an act of bravery for it was his duties
Above the battleground was darkness
and it was raining as the gunfire flew
it wasn’t a pleasant scene as he rode
help was on his mind and he was bloodthirsty
The girl screamed and her body was tied up
and surrounding her was a ring a fire
as the battle began the rain grew harder and harder
but the rain suddenly stopped and the soldier came
Over the battleground was a sunbeam of glee
as the battle stopped and the men gathered
trouble wasn’t going to stop the solider
somehow his horse gave out halfway and ate hay
Then the soldier ran to the mountaintop to save her
but he was surrounded by men who tried shooting him
but they didn’t seem to puncture him as it went through
so the men surrendered and the girl was saved
And this girl wanted to thank him for being her hero
though it wasn’t an act of bravery because he vanished
so the girl stopped and saluted him for his saving
but the soldier wasn’t there to smile for her saluting
She thought the soldier wasn’t there like he was a ghost
because he was vanishing as the battleground vanished
so the girl was saluting the unknown soldier respectfully
the soldier and the battleground wasn’t seen ever again
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