Keldeo

To protect against the weak and bullied
And use his knowledge and skills he studied
He is raised and trained by the Three Musketeers
To be worthy of a power that many would commandeer

The horn like a sharpened sword protrudes from his head
And his proud face brightened by his mane, a mighty red
Ocean-blue fur flowing softly in the misty cold breeze
He has a friendly look that brings those around him at ease

Harder and harder, practicing and training with all his might
He must perfect the moves, the skills, until it is just right
How hard must he endure and overcome to gain the Secret Sword?
With strength, honor, and dignity- a perfectly played chord

Be warned, there are enemies lurking here and there
They desire his power for their own, to fight and scare
And yet the Fourth Sword knows this and does his best
To beat them all and put his skills to the test