The Spanish  legend

Our hero clad , his armour shines
to do such deed's    
the dastardly put to the sword  
with flourish and with speed  
 
 Swirl upon the tundra's dust  
the giant arms that churned about  
 giants forms in winds that gust  
the  enemy that stands so stout  
 
As clouds of dust obscure the skies  
and as he mounts his trusty steed  
concerned, his apoplexy rise  
the invader to defeat  
 
By steeple tower and weather vane  
 cloak drawn cross the eyes for shade  
dark clouds erupt the thunders bane  
the menace howls in bold disdain  
 
 Sirocco wind, stoke the hero's rage  
his charger champing on the rein  
the threat it's overpowering strength so great  
shattered and impotent, would soon be laid  
 
Turmoil and storm, the compass swirl  
 to all points the arm did twirl  
and rent the windmills ugly sails  
 Don Quixote lived to tell the tale