Scaramouch Poems - Poems about Scaramouch

...Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged Not one single word between them had been spoken No flag of truce waved, or fri......

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...From the rimy ruins of Abbey Carth, the Scaramouch, did tarry march. Bold, be he in his deeds, with voice. Cower, he will, when given choice. Want, is he, of a heroes ilk, bedecked of medals, br......

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