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Who a guarded a forest, one day broke fourth wall
Strolled into a new lore just, he saw the old law
Coils of the Auroboros he called,
He formed from two lands, a holy kingdom
Mighty hunter, a fence wouldn't fit his hand
Through hills he brought crops and warned of a flood
Then left to collect, the citizens had bereft his love
Sighted mantra, beckon his comeback
But heave they could not heft
The weight of his step
The brace of his flesh
Through rain he won't rest
The aid of his breath
For sake of his sect
Forsaken no brethren
No day of his death
Shall ever be next
Divine one, his great epithet
King Arthur!