SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1His name was Raven Brown,

A knight from the British crown,

His armor of marvelous gold,

His tale remembered of the old,

Xavier was the name of his steed,

Who rode with luxurious speed,

His mane the color of the golden sun,

Reflecting the battles he had won,

Finally the day had come,

King Arthur had told him the night was done,

In the morning, the battle young,

Rode Raven Brown, with pride astrung,

He fought for long,

Always gone,

Xavier at his side,

Accompanying him for the ride,

For if Raven were ever to die,

Xavier would surely cry,

For when the battle, no longer young,

Was spoken through the old man’s tongue,

About the days of Kings and Queens,

Of Knights and dragons, so it seems,

Like the tale was never complete,

Although he lived through the battle young,

Wounded was Raven when battle was done,

Six broken ribs, others just ripped,

Carried Raven to his crypt,

So when you hear this poem, dear,

Remember when Raven was near,

Though books and song will not tell,

The Tale of the Knight, from Wales.