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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On his throne he sits In armour adorn The father of Semaj Who one day will be sworn This hunter of demons Of his people he protects Generations of allegiance Infinitive elect All Semaj has learnt Has been handed down Through blood lines so strong One day he'll be crowned Their story goes back Many, many centuries ago When evil was rife And living was low Demons and Wizards Dragons and man Violence was rife Take when you can But this King Kade The North of Scotland he ruled His son was destined He was not to be fooled On a dark December night Whilst the castle was asleep A craft so unknown Rose from the deep From out in the Minch This metallic beast showed With flashing lights And a body that glowed It rode the waves And came to rest by the shore An opening appeared Like a magic door Three beings stood Not very different from us No fear was detected Had we already been sussed We welcomed them in But i knew in my heart For it was my son they wanted He was their new start Our dialogue was strained Mixing Gaelic with theirs But our wave lengths were similar We became distant peers This was the day My son Semaj left home To Cygnus-X1 Where one day he'd be throned What happened to us? Well the strong ones travelled To the Plough beyond As our past turned to gravel But our souls remained Like beacons of light For if the earth cried for help My son Semaj, was in sight http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
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