Phoenix like did it rise,
From its own ashes,
it had disappeared into,
The ruins of the past,a void so dark,
That even the seven hued beauty of the bows of the rain,
Did all seem to fade in it.
Yet did it rise, so magnificent and erect,
as if to regain its splendor back,
And cherish that one little word,
That this world doth all move holds,
Sweeter than even the bliss itself,
"HOPE"- the light of a glorious dawn.

Lone rider perched on thy hilltop
Protector of the land you call your own
Hero of justice, Wielder of might
Your mystery to be told is a treasure to behold

Riding on thy noble steed
Breed from the strongest of beasts
Mighty wild uncontrollable, untamed
Faithful only to your reign

Legend speaks of you ,the mightiest of men
Roaming the fields with thy speed unmatched
In pursuit of evil to slay, innocence to save
Rewarded with nothing but fear and reverence with thou is lashed

Where thou comes from no one knows
Beyond the mist -mysteriously appear
With a sword as sharp as your mind
leaving nothing but dust at your hind

Shadow of death for those preying on the weak
Messiah for those you save from a ghastly fate
Thou words echo in every valley
EVIL DOERS BEWARE!

They say your sword is as mighty as thy word
But no one sees it and lives to tell the tale
A mystery only legend speaks of
Slayed an entire army with mighty gail

Oh lone rider! So fine thy mystery to behold!
No doubt your story will be told
about thy wisdom and thy sword
and the noble steed whose reins you hold