Heritage, by George Chow
They saw the muscle bare arms stage up for the ball first.
They found it first, the Barbares.
Always, then the Knights gather for the startle lights.
Held in their armors of helm of creeds.
For the Bishop they rather shepherd.
Sacrifice a sense..
.. a matter of love..
.. a silence..
made the magictians spoil the blood of men.
Do we see the true selfs afterwards.
Its a bounty we offer and buy.
|Posted: 2015-03-19 03:07:19 UTC|
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