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The Boy a Knight Becomes
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The Boy a Knight Becomes |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
He slipped away before she could speak Knowing her tears would weaken his resolve But his love for the lady is strong And his decision made He packed his meager belongings And went to join King Richard It mattered not how he served It was his chance to show his courage A chance to earn the title Her father so desired They boarded ship and set sail For distant foreign lands He proved his worth calming skittish horses Mending broken harness and salt stained armor Oh the tales the knights did tell Under starry ocean skies Of battles fought and enemies vanquished And he dreamed of his lady love That evening they heard the cry "LAND HO" And rushed to see this land of the infidel Here his future would be decided Under the hot desert sun But reality was nothing like the tales told Swords didnt always kill cleanly All around him for days on end the scent of blood The stench of death Where was the glory Where was the pride How he longed for Englands sweet green hills And the touch of his lady love How he longed for a scent other than blood And sweat stained man He questioned the reasons for this war And the reason he was here Too late too late too late to change Too late to lose these memories Then the thrust of a sword And the days of fighting were over And the days of a captive begin Terror torture filled days Here true bravery came to be Here his real worth shown through As he held knights broken by the pain And lost to the madness of the passing days And the years slowly passed [This message has been edited by Paula Finn (edited 12-02-2000).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice Paula...James |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Paula, BRAVO, oh yes, as I said brave and bold and true, so thank you love, thank you. Wonderful, magical and beautifully writen from begining to the end. Love this one kid, utterly love it. Well done indeed, now where's that docile dumb steed. (The knights just left it standing there so I thought I'd borrow it, you can't leave things lying about, now can you?  )take care Mushy < !signature-->Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning [This message has been edited by Marsha (edited 12-02-2000).] |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Thank you sweet James Marsha...I so enjoy writing for you...you say such sweet joyous things...and hey gimme back my horse... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow! this is really good!! but you're up to your old tricks again and leaving the way open for a sequel... I love the way you're having fun with it all...and very nice work too!! ethome |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
ethome...it is all Marshas' fault honest...she keeps coming up with these these...oh is there even a word for her poor pathetic knights? I just have to keep my manly men out there doing all that manly stuff just for her...LOL |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I almost missed this. Glad I did not. Thank you for this. I believe you have inspired soemthing more contemporary in me.  Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
wonderful penned Paula, love the imagery you gives here, enjoyed reading it. ((hugs)) Charisma |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Paula love, it's true it is all my fault, I can't help it, they just don't do knightly things. (I've tried truly I've tried, but as soon as I mention knights, my guys think ah! punchline, and that's it. ) And then from there on in they can't do anything except fail, miserably. It's a shame mind you, I could do with some knightly heroics, especially around here tonight. Never mind it'll be better tomorrow, I hope. Take care Mushy And it is a wonderfully written piece from you love it really is. Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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