Ballad

The riders ran towards their mounts.
Alone they were so frail.
But with their mounts they had a chance,
This is because their mounts were whales.

The riders went on top their whales,
For they knew where to go.
A war had erupted for them,
"We ride to Mexico!"

The riders went onto the war,
Clashing against their kin.
To quell the heresy of those
Who ride upon dolphins.

The riders fought against their foe,
Ferocious was the fight.
The whales had won, if just for now.
More were to come at night.