Broardsword(or sabre) Dance

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Though the ages sigh
Of time gone by
Riding upon the mists
That dwells on every tree
Bearded stranger strong and free
How would I know you;d fly with me?
Hoofs and mane and glint of mail
Swishing of the stallions tail
I see you now with quill sword and lance
And together we will Sabre Dance!