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A wealthy kingdom fights no war. The princess is inside her room; The king is dead there on the floor. No one could have foretold the doom
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk Listen whilst I remember, recall Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet For he was never such a declious trait Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
The artist and her pen work skil
She awoke in the dark, with the moon in her eyes. She'd taken a chance; she'd been foiled by king's spies.
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
Ceaseless lines of maidens enthralled by me Their love draped as a heavy wool blanket Suffocating, choking, can’t stand to be Beneath the wool, leading to my casket.