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Haylin Jan 2019
My knight does not need to be
in shining armor,
nor blessed with prestige
or countless honor.

It only needs to be you,
someone who could wield
a sword, respectable enough
to be able to strike a heart of gold.
Sun Drop Dec 2018
Underinterrupted silence,
none to gather at the gates.
Sell your warey wagon's axle,
feed, the castle masticates.

Oh the joyous altercation,
angled, dangling neatly down.
Hold your elder father's picture
underneath your writing gown.

Words defy the lonesome meeting
of the dogs in golden chains.
Herds arise of loathsome chieftains.
Battlecries as arrows rain.

Open book of monstrous brethren,
teach them how your pages turn.
Loving violence, kindred-hateful;
gutted, for a beat you yearn.
Round one, fight
A Nov 2018
I believed myself limitless,
A god, if you will,  
Unbound by nature and my own mortality,  
Or so I thought,  

My hands clasped together,  
In applause or another's grasp,  
Unknowing of my and others' fates,  
And such is the folly of youth.  

I once drank fine wine,  
And bit into apples like those of Eden.

My "friends" were the same,  
And I thought of us as loyal fellows,  
In war and peace.  

It was not to be.  

On the fringes of revolution,  
Hanging onto it's fragile coattails,
There was a new danger,  
The hatred of me and anyone like me,  
Those blessed by birth and standing.

I learned quickly of my own ability to fall,  
Off a pedestal of my own design and otherwise,  
And those I considered friends fled,  
And my so-called comrades betrayed.  

It was a swift execution,  
The beheading swift and true,
They hung a man after me,  
Some said it took an hour for him to die.  

Now we wander these once-princely ruins,  
Afraid of what lies beyond the mortal plane,
Yet craving it,  
Some have gone insane,  
Others sit in corners and fade into nothingness.  

I am neither.  

I tell my story to the winds,
To the crashing sea beyond these crumbling walls,  
To the birds and the sky.  

Sometimes, on the lonely days,  
When the sun is buried beneath fat clouds,  
And the cool West wind flows over my insubstantial skin,  
I can see the barest glimpse of what was once here.  

It lasts a mere instant,  
Then a seagull will shriek,  
And both I and the ruins will fade.
Rui Rosa Nov 2018
Enemies of ours that are on the ground
Hallowed be your troops
Come to us your resources
My will be done
Just like in and out of your village
The Wood, Iron and Clay of each day gives us today
Forgive us our attacks
Just as I did not forgive those who attacked me
And do not let us fall into traps
And save us from all treachery
To our king!!!
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 1: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710367/i/
Part 2: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2710419/ii/
Part 3: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2711675/iii/
Part 4: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713444/iv/
Part 5: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2713448/v/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 6: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714709/vi/
Part 7: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714790/vii/
Part 8: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714797/viii/
Part 9: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714823/ix/
Part 10: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2714873/x/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 11: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724124/xi/
Part 12: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2724126/xii/
Part 13: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727389/xiii/
Part 14: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2727395/xiv/
Part 15: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739513/xv/

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Part 16: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739514/xvi/
Part 17: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739516/xvii/
Part 18: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2739519/xviii/
Finally, I've got a little more free time!
I'm surprised I got 18 parts! This is the longest freeverse I've ever written! ^^
But I'm feeling inspired, at last! I'll be updating this story in
the next few days so in the meantime,
here are the links of the parts should you need to reread!
Thank you everyone for being so patient
with me! Truly!
Much love,
Lyn ***
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