Under dark and troubled skies
Let no perfidious veil
Hinder those of wary eyes
May gods above strip me bare
To my pure ivory bones
If I might step without care
For my enemies now hunt
Deviously cackling
With teeth that are never blunt
And under no corrupt crest
May a soldier of virtue
Nor brother of my heart rest
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
