- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Time of Old
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A sound is heard, a sound so clear
Of clanking armor and screams of fear
To one so young, it's hard to see
To what a battle means to a girl of three
Her Father a King, her Brother a Squire
What lies beyond these walls, the smoke, the fire
Her Uncle a Knight, her Mother the Queen
Only the Lord knows what her young eyes have seen
Swords and shields, Helms and bows
What they all fought about, perhaps none will know
Horns cry out as banners fly
No young man thinks he rides off to die
Works of magic, good and bad
Cries out at night of sorcery gone mad
Many will mourne of battles lost
The families, the villages and the saddened costs
Her Brother now King, her Mother still Queen
No one know what this child of six has seen
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 11 years agowar is inevitable and no one or country can totally win...Maybe by annihilation would change all that by ending of the species that are not allied. TK U MLJ LV NV
The_Misplaced_Gypsyover 11 years agoAuthorThank you Tarot, you are such a goob though. lol
Thank you Tazz.
MSTarotover 11 years agoThe wife is here! Quick hide the porn and the rum. Fuck there is too much porn! Hide the rum, hide the rum!
Loved it, but then you know that from me reading it over your shoulder.
Love M.S.Tarot
tazz317over 11 years agotimes were tough on all, children more so. TK U MLJ LV NV
