With his mask pulled down
He draws the mighty sword
from behind his back.
He swings with all his might
and defeats the mighty lion
He looks up at crowd,
bows to the lady in red
“Your Majesty”
He climbs back onto his horse
and rides away from the arena.
Climbing off of the couch,
he tucks the plastic sword
into the back of his shirt
He laughs as the cat sticks her head
out from underneath the couch.
-For Garrett
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