We've heard the minstrels tell the tales
Where good triumphs and evil fails
In countless long and desperate fights
At the hands of heroic knights.

A case in point we must refer
To a man no foe would dare lure
His great wrath and mighty assault.
The good knight Justin of Kurault.

This hero had recieved much fame
Stubbornly fighting in good's name
So once a sacred pact was sealed
Cadabragen was his to wield.

Eager to shatter evil's hold
On the Pix he was quickly told
To join a quest that had dispatched
Too seek power which was unmatched.

No zombie, spirit, or banshee
Deterred him from seeking the three
Within the Blackwoods, dark and cold
To bring himself into their fold.

An inferno was burning bright
So Justin used the Sword of Light
To call down great torrents of rain
So it would not threaten again.

With stout heart he faced the griffin
Who was convinced it was a sin
To insist that he was a fraud
When he claimed that he was a god.

Then he fought to make the Pix free
From the tight grip of tyranny.
Of his great deeds few can find fault.
The noble Justin of Kurault.