Who is this lovely maiden fair
Clad in mail and plate
To stride through lists of tournaments
Bringing knights to their sad fate
A dozen battles through it all
Her countenance fierce and fell
Evading every strike and blow
Treating others like a pell
Off the field removed her helm
In her soiled armor triumphant
I saw her eyebrow and approved!
...and thought of her recumbent
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Random Little Poems
PoetryJust some random poems I've written mostly they're lonely poems, memories, and things that didn't work out.
