No Delight: Anonymous

As the spear held true
The arrow flew
The clasp held tight
The brave looked about
His stead and torso
Cast a shadow
That he shook a bit
And felt the truth
As a majesty held fast
And his stead budged slightly
A pinto he sat
As White said no
And budged his might
As soon as flight
Of a raven sat
As both gazed with no delight