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winner takes the bride

the event occurs at the call of nightfall like the Pied piper it attracts gallant souls drum beats,hooting,shouting,pep talks all the fancy one would meet in a circus all paths trail to the house on the hill contestants converge at his Majesty's abode the trophy is displayed to the beholding eyes an art of beauty and elegance like the Mona Lisa the magnificent princess the colossus of the event and this means war for any by the name..."MAN" she hath a charm that would make one slay a dragon if that were the avenue to winning her heart The kings arrival stirs every spirit echoes of gusto engulf the atmosphere at hand with immense pride he wields his golden spear a symbol of authority and power for he that claims the throne and that marks the prologue of a remarkable event manifested by an heavenly ballet stars thousands across the heaven roofed coliseum Agana the Kraal champion stands his ground like the legendary Minotaur he's quite a scene blood shot eyes,wrinkled face,he posses for a challenge and the answer to his quest............."grave silence" not a single"MAN" is brave as to lose his head in the hands of Goliath not a single soul felt David worthy

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