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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road 
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He drew his sword But was soon then dead. My sword having pierced his heart. I saw his surprise and the shock in his eyes. And fleeting farewells To whom I know not. A Mother, a Brother, a Father? I saw him rise. Blue wraith to the skies. And turned to my horse to ride. [This message has been edited by allan (edited 05-27-2000).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ah, a knightly poem! Very good...  |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Yes. I know not from whence it came! (Quothe he quizzically...)(?!)  [This message has been edited by allan (edited 05-27-2000).] |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
hehehe stuff like this must be in the air I'd like to see more of this poem allan! This was great! ~Heather |
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