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In need of Rescue,
I called out,
for
a champion,
a warrior,
a knight.

Down he came,
like roling thunder,
on icy hills,
Blood of slayed dragons,
staning
his horse's white
heels

Two wings,
on his back
pillars of strength
trimmed like those of eagles,
or angels,
or kings.

He stood before me,
stoic and elegant,
my foes defeated
and still
at his feet.

In that moment,
I was unafraid.