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Bleurose Jun 2016
May I have your permission, dear queen,
To lay down my sword in your service?
May I rest, may I finally gaze into your blue eyes?

A knight is nothing without a cause,
But truly, thou art hollow without
A Queen.

For she is your heart, your beating soul
The love of the kingdom while the king holds the fury.
A true knight wields both, with effective skill.
They cut down the enemies that would not cut down just the walls

But the memories made here,
And the love that touched all.
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
In my black forest I was passing through
To get to where the mountains grew
I came upon a pitiful sight
In the early morning just after night
Dew was still glistening on the ground
When I heard that crashing, growling sound
I knew a great bear was on a rampage
It was a pure white hot outrage
About to turn and go the other way
Blood curdling screams rebounded off the forest decay
And I knew I must go try to save the day

An occupied man had heen writing in his script
And over the baby cub he had tripped
Mother bear heard her baby's cry
And with red molten furry in her eyes
She was ripping that poor man apart
His blood was spraying with every claw mark



In order to get the furious bear away

I knew an incantation that I could say
I didn't want to hurt her it wasn't her fault
The careless man had triggered this assault


“Mother bear of the forest
This attack I can not warrant
Vanish all your angry claws
And your teeth from jaws
But do not discourage, and take heart
For as soon as you depart
You will regain your missing parts”
I will post 3parts a day there is 16 parts in this short story
Pauline Morris May 2016
Once upon a time in the days of old
There lived a very ugly troll
But her heart was made of gold

Her body was round and lumpy
Her brow furrowed and grumpy
She always stood all slumpy

She was abandoned as soon as she was born
For her mother had looked upon her with scorn
For with beauty she was not adorned

She was wrapped in a towel and placed under a bridge
Right up there on that little ridge
She was nothing then but a little smidge

The forest creatures insteed of eating her up
Raised her as a cub
They even shared with her their grub

The wolf taught of graces
The vultures, patience
The skunk, fragrances

The mouse taught of need
The crow, greed
The fox, speed

She lived in an ugly house of mud
Just like her the outside was a dud
But wow the inside of that hut could warm your blood

Late one night came a knock on her door
It was a knight in shining armor complete with sword
Battle weary, and badly gourd

She took him in and sewed up he's wounds
He looked longingly in her eyes, she thought loved had bloomed
But in reality she unknowingly sealed her doom

For he had seen her heart of gold
Please excuse me, this is where the tale turns cold
For this knight was not so nice, he had a heart of mold

Late that same darkened night
He unsheathed his sharpest knife
And plunged in the troll's chest just right

With a wailing mournful cry
Right there in her hut she would die
In that fleeting moment that sparkle left her eye

That knight cut out that gloden heart
It was so huge he had to put it on a cart
He didn't feel bad, what an ugly troll was he's only thought

The animals came to see what was that screaming sound
The wolfs smelled around
Nose to the ground
Off to hunt that evil knight down

The vultures did what they do, and ate her remains
The crows joined in and did the same
The mice and the fox just ran around all insane

The moral to this story is an ugly body can hold a heart of gold
But this world is very, very cold
So be very careful with your heart and to who it is you show
Matthew Hillin Mar 2016
I am no longer the prince to my beautiful princess

I am no longer the hero worthy of her greatness

I am the faceless knight clad in shadow

I am the protector of my lady from all things un-hallow

I am the shield that blocks all her sadness

I am the sword that conquers all her darkness

I am clad in armor black as night

I am the bearer of the sword which is evil’s blight

I am never to be known for I battle in faraway lands

I am never to be known for I slay my dragons in unknown sands

I am the hero of the story she will never be told

I am the hero of the story she will never behold

I am the tomb marked by a single red sword

I am the tomb depicting the battle against evil’s horde

I am the faceless knight who will always protect my lost love

I am the Shadowed knight who will never feel the peace of the dove
Any advice on it wild be really helpful
Luminous Night Jan 2016
There was once a knight with no armor, all that he had was his waning honor

He forged a sword from a steel called desperation,
Straightened it using the hammer of depression.

Time after time he fought,
Demons, monsters and creatures he never thought.

After battles he crafted,
A protection from the things he was rejected.

Piece by piece he assembled,
Fight after fight he gambled.

The parts were not found but given,
From all of the battles that he was challenged.

An armorless knight left with pain and no honor,
Stands tall with a full set of black armor.

Society asked how he obtained it, all he said was "you gave it".
foggy eyes, cradling delight
dwindling sigh, enchanting lullaby.
moon white as paper knight.
moon white ganache of frozen/forbidden thoughts.
search party for the Sun
even when it’s hopelessly bright.
Banner Fastened to pewter and steel.
Bound by leather with gold and teal.

"Hail" my Kinsmen, "Aye" says he.
"The next time we meet here, we all will be free"

Reigns fastened, stained satin, lain flattened, by brains bashed in .

Mud..
and Blood...

A Clean Victory.

"Aye"
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