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He galloped across the shire with a battle cry
His Lord's name on his lips, sucking the lands dry
he plundered the land and sought riches galore
Precious than any other, he took a lady as his whore
Tis was but a cruel twist of fate
The woman he loved, looked at him with hate
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Tis was but a cruel turn of fate
The man who came to her land with hate
dethroned her laird and made away with the spoils
A carnage of blood seeping through her soils
Would be the one to steal her heart
His war cry still tears her apart
Author notes
Written October 17th, 2005
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This poem is amazing. I love the historic feel of it. Kinda reminds me of Macbeth and Braveheart... It really is great, but I think you should add puctuation. Without it, the meaning gets lost a bit. Great write. I hope to see more of your work.
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Excellent
You have a great way of weaving the concept of fate into a great poem. Very unusual, but great poem. -
Excellent
Very intriguing and interesting poem. Sounds like it would make a great story!
~Rachkitty~


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