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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I Rose From Purple Slumberland, My Heart Red Aflame As I rose from purple slumberland, my heart red aflame There within crackling old bones was an itching in the game Was there honorable valor in soul's deeper felt hate Dare I tempt yet again the hard vicious hand of Fate Last time, repercussions were almost impossible to bear But scorching volcano in me cried it is only fair Had not the evil temptress burned alive my best friend But my sword will certainly be her righteously brought end. It was then I knew the unholy beast had flown back home Had done ghastly work, leaving behind bloodshed as it roam Not sparing innocent lives of babies and young kids Seeking to slay wherever they went and cleverly hid Ahh but, this true sword and razor-sharp blade it soon may greet And within all of death's aching throes its demise thus meet A sworn oath, a promise sword upon an ancient stone The huge monstrous beast will receive wherever it has flown. As gleaming moon its golden rays showered upon earth I knelt to pray to my God for all of my worldly worth To gift me insight and power to end its wicked life And that I am not to be shredded by its claw-like knife Or even bitten by any of its long daggerlike teeth Nor knocked senseless and its trampling feet stomped beneath This sincerest prayer I utter to Heaven up high That in this Holy quest, God rewards me, I do not die. Robert J. Lindley, Narrative Nov. 23rd, 1973, age 19 Part One... Old Note- 1973-- To be finished later.... New Note- Posting this old poem now because we are down from the mountainside and we have a wifi connection. Will finish this poem at a later date, conclude it in Part Two- " the final battle""/ RJL
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