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 | | From: | Bill Orr | | Subject: | Death of a Warrior | | Date: | Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:05:59 GMT |
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 | Death of a Warrior
When Morganchild drew his fearsome sword
and flashed it through the air
all the warriors within his sight
would quake to take the dare.
His sword was heavy of hardened steel
and his horse was a mighty black steed.
His armor shown bright with a brilliant light.
Here was a warrior that was valiant indeed.
Throughout the land of Hockingshire
and into the dales of far off lands
his name brought dread and chilling fear
in forests, the seas and on the sands.
Many damsels he left with a broken heart
that weeped while sobbing his name.
For the sake of all to select only one
would severely lessen his fame.
But then one day as he wandered his way
through many the town and villa
he met a fair lass by the name of Beth
the daughter of the village miller.
Beauty had she of infinite depth
Her hair was blond and golden,
lips the color of crimson cherries,
and a body that would surely embolden.
Their love grew then to a fever pitch
where only the young prevailed
Her body and his entwined together
Their carnal pleasures unveiled.
In days that came like marching men,
the resultant truth was known.
She would soon be made a mother.
and he could no longer roam.
In a rage was he as he thrashed about
striking out wild and cursing the deed.
This warrior would leave on the morrow.
riding his mighty black steed.
Oh no, said she, reaching under her skirt
You will stay with me now or leave on a cart.
Her hand flashed a dagger with a sharpened blade
and she stabbed him dead through his heart.
Bill Orr
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http://home.earthlink.net/~billbernice1/
Includes "Poems of the Sea"
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