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En Garde
(Written for the "A Line of Swords" competition)
Her scent, her voice spark thrilling, sensual memories like swords striking my heart of stone
Memories of Arthur would no nobler be if he wrested ten thousand swords from stone
Oh we of short memories our kin bashed by stone or run through by swords
Her scent, her voice spark thrilling, sensual memories like swords striking my heart of stone
Memories of Arthur would no nobler be if he wrested ten thousand swords from stone
Oh we of short memories our kin bashed by stone or run through by swords
Published 23rd Nov 2016
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23rd Nov 2016 10:57pm
Touche! Swords have a multitude of uses or work quite well as metaphors, the pen being mightier than they. This is clever, eloquent and very much to the point. Good luck with the comp Gahdess!
24th Nov 2016 00:46am
Thank you Sir Crow! Yeah I stayed away from sword-in-scabbard eroticism...I think I've done that :)
