He had been a philosopher
A bard of sorts
Debonair in his quietude
And the sweetest rogue
When maidens aplenty were near
As they were wont to do
They swooned
When pressed he was chivalric
Yet, not a dragon-slaughter
O he kept them in his dungeon
To limit their harm
Along with his other guests
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 10:33 AM UTC
He had been a philosopher
A bard of sorts
Debonair in his quietude
And the sweetest rogue
When maidens aplenty were near
As they were wont to do
They swooned
When pressed he was chivalric
Yet, not a dragon-slaughter
O he kept them in his dungeon
To limit their harm
Along with his other guests
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