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Many legends there be back in days of old;
Legends of bold knights upon their noble steeds.
This be a tale starring a knight and his steed
As one and the same.

'Twas in the Renaissance city of Poitiers
The prodigy of a holy knight was born;
Sir Nathanëal of the Salomon bloodline,
Lineage of victors.

He bore the heart and voice of an archangel
And the loyalty of a priest to his God.
No other horse he rode but his first and last;
Dear "Divinitus."

Alas, his loyalty had cost him dearly
In the midst of the Battle of Moncontour.
Thus came the end of Nathanëal Salomon.
Or so it had seemed.

By the hands of benevolent sorcery,
Nathanëal and Divinitus lived again,
This time sharing a peculiar physique
Of both man and horse.

Thus, blessed with fur of white and a mane of gold,
Well-equipped with lightweight armour and claymore,
He walked the outskirts of France slaying evil
As both knight and steed.
Here is my very first sapphic which I wrote as part of my homework for Tees Achieve Creative Writing.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
BDR Apr 2014
Swords make the men yield
On a desolate field
With no vision but the night
Careful not to crawl upon those individual frights

Those that say,
To save it for a better day
Underestimate the courage
You bring with just one motive

Standing upon the crowd
Chanting ever so loud
In the name of noble men
Who thrive for the ambition again

Darting with arms full,
"They won't escape the bull!"
It aviated across grassy paths
To show all those who turn the roaring wrath

But such of a warrior you stood,
Did what no man could
And flushed the darkness into its ditch
Only showing the light of it

Of all the strength and love that posses your heart
This war was not seen from the start
Though, you gathered the men
Gracefully,
Lending your hand to the fallen friend

Wars come and go,
But this is what you shall always know:

You are the fire
Igniting a homes ablaze even higher

You are the air
Having your essence everywhere

You are the water
Flowing freely through all slaughter

You are the Earth
The honor which gives our lives all of its worth

Though elemental creations do not suffice,
The mastery of the beautiful bull within you,
From morning
To night.
I asked him if he could tell me his three favorites words. I used them all to describe him.
Oh~ how it hurts
To in-mind and absorb
My birthed place
No future I see's

A long years wait
It cuts and bleed me
Denied by unreasonable cause
How painful my present be

He waltz with pride
Dances in the eyes of many
Yet, the state is indebtedness
Into thy mother house

So, when our days uncertain
And our young generation is at stake
Let us swarmed ~ be  bold together
For this noble cause & future sake.
written in past, present, and future

note: sorry for some mistake... now it was finished....

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