In a cathedral where whispers of magic are heard,
Stands a knight, his armor gleaming, undeterred.
With a sword that glows like the moonlit sea,
He guards the realm where the enchanted be.
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His stance is firm, his gaze is bold,
In the silence, his story unfolds.
A guardian of secrets, of legends old,
In the light of the stained glass, his tale is told.