Heritage, by George Chow
There is a knight got the ball once.
They all line up on a hill equipped.
Some say long, some say short.
Their creed repeats until it sounds simple.
I thought of the blonde cover knight about merry me.
And the keep going white,
stumble the armors to empty.
If God have mercy.
I wont buried.
Maybe its the sand of send,
lasts a knight ride up a dragon,
then bring us all to endos.
|Posted: 2015-05-11 04:08:03 UTC|
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