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Poetry

Meet the new ruler. Her position, more than just a pretty title. It's up for grabs. Because in this monarchy; you never kno...

Merry Fire

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by ShudderDove

by ShudderDove

The knights name was unashamed

Sword a figure akin to flame

She'd run them merry around the field

Come in for tea keep me company

and be merry yet still

Such was the nature of her blaze

None dared speak ill under her gaze

Fierce and striking as wildfire

I fear it would be her to light my pyre

Though misplaced is my ire