In darkness he rode to the castle gate,
With armor of steel and cloak of night,
Out pacing the daylight's flight.
He stormed through the castle door,
To slay the king,
Leaving the little prince in a pool of ****** dread.
Years pass, but in the still of night,
The prince chases after his father's killer,
Vengeance in his sight.
The rouge rode swiftly as the wind,
But the prince was nimble, catching him,
Then in his father's name, he did that man in.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
In darkness he rode to the castle gate,
With armor of steel and cloak of night,
Out pacing the daylight's flight.
He stormed through the castle door,
To slay the king,
Leaving the little prince in a pool of ****** dread.
Years pass, but in the still of night,
The prince chases after his father's killer,
Vengeance in his sight.
The rouge rode swiftly as the wind,
But the prince was nimble, catching him,
Then in his father's name, he did that man in.
I love writing medieval fiction.
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