Bloody Town 1191
Hers was the wishing well of magic and moonlit revelry
Joined within a mastery of domesticated wizardry
They say she was a powerful soul
His royal handsomeness mounted the vehicle of glory bellowing on thick hind legs
ready for war
Kingdoms confront years of anger, streets swamped with vigilantes as children hide.
Tears and blood mix amongst the common tax payers
"Warriors take aim"...... Jerusalem cried
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