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Your my knight in shining armor
On your tall white horseby eight-nine-oh-eight 12 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 12 6:51 PM. In medieval -
Please forgive me for the field
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Glass shattered between rotted teeth,
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A peel of laughter
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Within these walls a love resides
Born from battles fought and wonby Sir Pelleas 40 lines, 26 comments, on Feb 26 6:53 PM. In Medieval, Love, honour, Noguest, Romance, Longing, Dedication -
"i don't know what to do
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Ensiforms clash,
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The old French harefoot died harmoniously
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Shadows seeping over
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a mix of poetry and prose...by wbiro 95 lines, 12 comments, on Apr 6 9:31 AM 2008. In Fantasy, Romance, Short Story, Medieval, City, Time Travel
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Close your eyes image a world
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High above Crathes castle, tucked deep in a Scottish glade,
slept a glorious dragon with talons sharp as blade.by Cupcrazy 289 lines, 7 comments, on Feb 17 5:37 PM 2008. In Fantasy, Imagination, Story Poem, Medieval -
"...but I cannot lose myself in my minute friends the way
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Embattled emerald field
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Have at thee, vile creature!
Begone I say! Lest I slit thy -
(featuring an oldie that I just worked on a bit...)
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trees in a white forest
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The site of you embraces my soul, / Your eyes pierce mine, / you seek the same thing I do, / You hold your position, / who makes the first move / The dance with you stirs my blood / my breath
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The Norman Baron sat upon his cold, wooden throne, / Death looming at his side, chilling him to the bone. / At his side sat his son, eyes sullen with despair, / As the Baron spoke unto him, "I am dying and you will be h
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On and on they power past,
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A lover's shadow flickers on the walls
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Upon the field they line in twos,
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A million men are in this land,
And all have heard the call.
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