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Crusader

What happened to the stories of men that came to see her at night? Some had wings and even took flight to her window. Some were brave and went off to fight. Some had vision and created sight for their people. There is always one though that stands above. Crimson red a heart of love. Often becomes the woman's dove after he's had his sorrow. Bring the man that travels in wind. Fights the devil free from sin. Has such love Intelligent too. Can make the Oneness out of two. Crusdader of a giving land Has such magic in his hand to take but not destroy. His life is to enjoy After good deeds After the good seeds are planted.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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