The land of Sapience resounds with joy,
With the shining light of warriors.
The knights gather in unison,
Lances in hand, horses in motion.

Drums echo, the duel begins,
Horses charge, like a storm.
Lances raised, like a lightning,
Ready to strike, shaking the sky.

The whole world bears witness,
The clash of lances splits the air.
Each thrust like a poem,
Softly, piercing the soul.

The honorable one will soon emerge,
As the victor of the battle.
With cheers, full of joy,
Carving history into eternity.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 965 AF.