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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If you fight with fervent heart, roar of lion from your part, perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved, the moon now red with the noon's dead, in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this rite you were not bred, many times an oracle told: men from feet made of lead are mercenaries poorly fed; in countless meadows they have bled, will they toil loyal,paid by your moldy bread? So go, my foe of woe,wear the royal robe to toe, and drink the wine bitter slow, I am Lord of the sword,a righteous king of the horde, of many Gods I've implored to smite this monger to the floor, not for thirst of the gore but to have a legend's lore, to protect a People free with me,before you perish it will be! The priests posture purely now at the front ranks with faces skyward petitioning to consecrate, as the cavalry concentrates hard on their horse's fate feeling the trumpet's terrible,seething sound, a wilting wind softly weathers the seasoned infantry's instinct from gaze to green ground, while they infer the jarring armor jangle of heavy horsemen, sufficient to strangle reluctance to prostrate, a low thunder thumps my ears,my spirit leers across, limbs like gears I raise my battle axe ahigh, Tepid tepid rain,from whence you came not the curving cloud but from the adversary's frame, the color of the warm rain is the magenta stain of enemy's brain on my horse's mane, the Bishop busies as assassin,an orthodox art that has always been, your Knight is nigh,about to die, J.A.B. Part Two -
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