Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It was deep in her she knew she did wrong opened the gates and let the rats come in From war to war we have beaten them all at Hastings, we found out they rode into Camelot Oh how beauty can be so evil how deceived you can be by a Morgana that evil witch With my faithful, we ride west to the temple of peace we give our blessings and blood we will not relinquish our swords One knight a dear friend of mine strikes his sword into some granite his sword could not be retrieved I gave him my spare and told him to leave the other in there As we rode to Camelot I told my friend you know that sword was one of mine and now you have one of my other ones It is raining hard when we get to our Camelot the portcullis is still open we ride in with swords in hand and there does Morgana stand We alight our steads some of us still do bleed I tell her we will **** her she laughs and say's she knows Ten of my knights fall from her first spell we that are left rush her just like we did last time but she moves to another timeline I tell my brothers and sisters I will follow her through time and where she did stand I stand and disappear with a magic rhyme By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
0
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
They Rode Into Camelot
It was deep in her she knew she did wrong opened the gates and let the rats come in From war to war we have beaten them all at Hastings, we found out they rode into Camelot Oh how beauty can be so evil how deceived you can be by a Morgana that evil witch With my faithful, we ride west to the temple of peace we give our blessings and blood we will not relinquish our swords One knight a dear friend of mine strikes his sword into some granite his sword could not be retrieved I gave him my spare and told him to leave the other in there As we rode to Camelot I told my friend you know that sword was one of mine and now you have one of my other ones It is raining hard when we get to our Camelot the portcullis is still open we ride in with swords in hand and there does Morgana stand We alight our steads some of us still do bleed I tell her we will **** her she laughs and say's she knows Ten of my knights fall from her first spell we that are left rush her just like we did last time but she moves to another timeline I tell my brothers and sisters I will follow her through time and where she did stand I stand and disappear with a magic rhyme By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
christos-andreas-kourtis
Written by
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem