In gates of stricken ore
Thundering with an awesome roar
Hidden like treasures ashore
We are the devil's dream lore
Ropes of straw expertly wove
Strung to boats as we rove
Through misty shadows lies a dove
Fearless spirits lurk this cove
Hidden by boulders high
Dripping wet with water nigh
Fearless hearts ride and sigh
We of courage amplify
Songs of victory shall we voice
And scare the knaves in woods hiding
Glorious warriors cruel and strong
By our sword and tongue, we have won.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
