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He ventured forth upon a lofty quest To seek a beauty told in legends tale A maiden whom no man could e'er behest Tho' many tried, but all were doomed to fail Whilst resting weary on a low-slung ledge Aside a pool, its surface calm and clear His eyes were drawn down to the water's edge And in reflection, spied that she was near He found himself held captive in her stare Her hissing voice, her clawing fingertips How wild the snake-like tendrils of her hair Her sharpened fangs revealed by venomed lips Too late, he turned to find his love had flown And e'er since then, his heart was turned to stone
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
The Lonely Knight
He ventured forth upon a lofty quest To seek a beauty told in legends tale A maiden whom no man could e'er behest Tho' many tried, but all were doomed to fail Whilst resting weary on a low-slung ledge Aside a pool, its surface calm and clear His eyes were drawn down to the water's edge And in reflection, spied that she was near He found himself held captive in her stare Her hissing voice, her clawing fingertips How wild the snake-like tendrils of her hair Her sharpened fangs revealed by venomed lips Too late, he turned to find his love had flown And e'er since then, his heart was turned to stone
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
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