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Sir Toolate, a knight who never was
Sunset, sunrise
How long have I waited
Hours turn to eons
Nights eternal
Unliving
Existing
Dawns mocking chorus
Morn's shadows embrace
Vampyric slumber
Long have I waited
To jagged rocks chained
How foul a dragon's breath
None can write a scream
So tis with spiteful sword
and bitter shield
Defend my own dishonour
For how long have I waited
for no one ever came
How long have I waited
Hours turn to eons
Nights eternal
Unliving
Existing
Dawns mocking chorus
Morn's shadows embrace
Vampyric slumber
Long have I waited
To jagged rocks chained
How foul a dragon's breath
None can write a scream
So tis with spiteful sword
and bitter shield
Defend my own dishonour
For how long have I waited
for no one ever came
Published 22nd May 2016
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22nd May 2016 11:12am
Be thankful the tide does not rise high enough to drowned thee
But just to your lips to catch some fish for a bit of sushi
There are no more heroic Knights in shining armor
They are too busy playing rock-n-roll in the hall forevermore
But I love the poem! Nice painting for inspiration...
JJ
But just to your lips to catch some fish for a bit of sushi
There are no more heroic Knights in shining armor
They are too busy playing rock-n-roll in the hall forevermore
But I love the poem! Nice painting for inspiration...
JJ
22nd May 2016 2:42pm
I relate to this. In the end, our best chance at survival is within. When we rescue ourselves we're much more discerning about who we're willing to share ourselves with. Great write ☺
Willow
Willow
