The creed, the creed
Brother do not break
You soul, my fear
The creed will take,
Oh mourning, bright morning
Send us assurance
The Creed have come
To claim our durance,
Dear sister, young sister
Pray not for me,
The heart is unjust
In spite remain free,
Travel, we Travel
Far from what is known
Marching we must
To unseat the thrown,
Break down, Break crown
Blood hath be shed
My soul too as yours
My King has fled,
Wise brother, kind brother
Await you I will
For in your heart I know
No reason to kill,
Day pass as days do
Words are slow to arrive
A traitor, a murderer
By hanging you died,
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Whimsical Tales of Woe
Short StoryA collection of single chapter stories set in mystical worlds filled to the brim with trumoil, love and adventure. Themes of Fantasy/Romance/Historical/Magic/War Stand alone tales- descriptions for each in first chapter
