This Was Wrote For Something Else But I Liked Its Flow
The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle
between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances
to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers battle for gold and soldiers roll on sodden mud dirt
just to claim victory
weapons unused glisten with a summers scant
A bearded behemoth with stance of folded arm and a beam of pride
at the vicious concoctions, points and barbs with subtly inset jewels of polished facet
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