By Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2010
His mighty steed with steaming breath, galloped with certainty of each step
The swordsman wore a hooded robe, a rushing wind it caught, as he rode
Waves curling back rolling out to sea, the swordsman rode his mighty steed
A word was heard as he rode by, the sword of truth lay at his side
The swordsman rode like wind and fire, an awesome sight fuelled love's desire
His rugged face and coal black eyes, flashed with light as he rode by
A look of sternness drawn upon his face, his presence felt as loving grace
Rebazar Tarzs the swordsman's name, the Master's love is the seekers gain
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