Epic
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Even in its drunken state, the dragon seemed awake.
Those fierce jaws gaped wide,
Blood and saliva dripping down,
And its tongue rolled in lust after my flesh.
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared,
The children sprang from their homes and met at the center.
Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
There once was a peaceful creature hidden away in a sweet cedar forest. The forest was ancient with beautiful features, but never a stranger or tourist
The Great Mason the mason,
Son of the greatest great of all the greats Darryl, wisest wise of all the wise Christy,
Heir to the hearth of Strand, to whom he owes his spoils,
Atlas fades on stormy days
A tortured burden he must bear
But now the birds of song are gone
Descending the depths of despair
Everyone and everything here is old; archaic.The new things and people are but copies of generations before.Arranged a little differently, perhaps.They are restored classics; cliché- yet contemporary; chic.
Sing in me Muse,
And through me tell the story
Of a girl, who slowly changed who she was
And ended up being betrayed by her best
friend.
This is her story...
Day by day, I thought of
Get close and get comfortable
we are about to depart.
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Anywhere is just fine,
name a time and place.
There are no boundaries.
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Everywhere and at any given moment...
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Gen’rally, as pirates go
There’s something that you ought to know
If you’re looking for some friendly sands,
Don’t winter down at Ireland
There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
