His name was Bronwyn
And Lightfoot his steed
He travelled all Europa
Performing good deeds

He wore shining armour
The best GM plate
And battled all evils
To determine his fate

Then one dark day
Filled with hate and Despair
He came upon what he thought
Was a dark witch's lair

Without pause he entered
His broadsword held high
Made with the finest magic
It was called Lanockeye

Deep in the heart of the cave
Long and far he did travel
Its maze of passages
He tried to unravel

Once in the centre
He raised his voice in challenge
Calling out to the owner
As loud as he could manage

With a clap of thunder
The witch did appear
The sight caused Sir Bronwyn
To tremble in fear

For this was no ordinary witch
The type he attacked
For standing before him
Was the sorceress Minax

With one bolt of magic
He was knocked to the ground
He life flashed before him
His death he had found

Just when he thought
He had come to the end
A new figure had come
A man he called friend

Minax shrunk back
For she knew this man
For Lord British had come
And this was his land

With his crown on his head
And his sceptre in hand,
He advanced on Minax
For her banishment he had planned

Minax turned tail
And fled for her lair
Not before one last spell
That left Bronwyn beyond a healers care

So later that day
When Lord British returned
A good knight had been lost
But a lesson had been learned

For you may be the strongest knight
O all that you know
But there is always someone
That can lay the best of all low