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Black Knight Of The Franks

by AbbottJHardison

The Black Knight of the Franks, He feared no thing, Except for the hand of God. With his sword and cross, He rode triumphant, Through out the Holy Land. But once he crossed a monk of opposing faith, But spared his life, So his story was erased from history.
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AbbottJHardison
15 / M / Rochester NY
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Written by
AbbottJHardison
15 / M / Rochester NY
Published
Mar 18, 2025
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Notes

The greatest heroes are felled by silly means.

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