Swords clash,
Battle screams are heard,
Creatures fall,
Skin is pierced,
The sun sets,
And the moon rises,
Armour clanks,
Knights are disarmed,
Lives perrish,
and the battle is won.
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PoetryA collection of poems ++++ Frozen wind and grey clouds, An endless night, an endless cold, A lake of Ice, void of life, An innocent soul, not ready to die. On the snow he lays, being eaten away, With frigid Skin and frozen vapour, So silly he was t...
