The Lighting, It Was Over-Bright,
The lighting, it was over-bright,
Now vicar Johnson murdered lies.
In silver sword of blue-haired knight,
The lighting, it was over-bright,
Not one can strikes of such force fight,
For deeply in his hoary eyes,
The lighting, it was over-bright,
Now vicar Johnson murdered lies.
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2016
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