Brave Heart
Somewhere in a cottage down by the lake lands hidden
out of sight...superstition is like a religion no one
understands... well and in the darkness of the night
Lightning strikes the water parting the rain as I sit
here by Candlelight looking through a wooden window
pane...I hear your knock on my door but like the
black widow spider that guards it's nest of treasures
you should know better now Some spells are forever
and some paths are not to be tread on, never...well and
now this is something not even I can undo even in all
my magic I cannot bring you back and that's that...
cursed is the dark side of the mountain and the
village you came from in the shadow of the black
whole sun well I wear this ancient amulet for
protection and keep to myself...if only some Brave
Hearts would do that themselves but they never
learn some spells are forever...looking out across the
lake lands I see their spirits and the blood soaked
sands of 1313 and a Knight Templars LastEndeavour.
Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2017
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