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 49m witch
nivek
seed comes in many guises
scattered on the winds
generous handfulls
the poets and their songs.
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.
The greatest heroes are felled by silly means.

— The End —