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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our horses are running, to save our lives. Distance traveled to far to decribe. Our horses quick hooves trample the grass. We can not slow, horses hearts must surpass. Faster we go with our eyes firmly fixed. Changing terrain, fences made from sticks. Brothers in arms, since our royal birth. Lords of this kingdom, he is the first. We've road together through scores of fights. He saved my life in dangerous plights. Our glistening swords are always kept clean. Carried arrows in quivers since day we were wean. We've been chased for miles, since first light. Hope we can make it through this night. Our castle's fires are burning in the distance. Need good luck, dogged persistence. If we cross the river, to the castle inside. If we don't, tonights are last ride. The enemy has closed, now in our sight. Need to reach the river, can't win this fight. We flash our swords in this dark domain. All that matters is royal honor to claim. This dangerous fight may bring our end. To songs of valor our deaths will lend. The river is rocky, shallow and wide. Our horses stumble, we fall to our side. My brother has fallen, an arrow in his back. Drifting down river, still under attack. He's calling my name as I see him go. Time stops moving, everything is slow. Arrow flies straight pulled from a quiver. Hits my chest, I fall face down in the river. Goodby my brother, its been a good ride. We'll die in the river, side by side. Darkness surrounds my fading mind. In the next world, my brother I'll find. contest Story Poem Contest 7/9/15
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