The Paladin is wounded and weary of the continuous war he wanders into the woods and finds a delightful release from his pain. read on to the end and I hope you find it funny.
For many a day
Beyond the realms of Gor
Across the plains of Acheron
A victim from a war
That had taken my youth
Rendered me old
No longer able to see
Except for memories held dear
Of the wondrous beauty of thee
Thus I sank into despair
But sought a refuge in
Labrynthian
Silent woods
Where I might strength regain
All winter long
I sheltered there
Beneath the briar rose
And coverd up by falling snow
My life all but to close
Until at length
A maiden fair
Found me where I lay
And kissed me and other things
Good god it made my day
She rubbed me with her
gentle hands
Where I wouldnt tell my mother
And said kind knight this is nice
I'm glad your not my brother
Thus the frozen parts
Which quickly thawed
Stood there strong and rigid
My sword and lance oh what a dance
And now I'm not so frigid
So That old tosser
Charlamagne
Can stuff it I suppose
I am staying here with the maiden fair
Beneath the Briar Rose
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-09-08 at 09:18
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The Briar Rose by M.A.Meddings an entry to Robs Fantasy challenge
And I wandered lostFor many a day
Beyond the realms of Gor
Across the plains of Acheron
A victim from a war
That had taken my youth
Rendered me old
No longer able to see
Except for memories held dear
Of the wondrous beauty of thee
Thus I sank into despair
But sought a refuge in
Labrynthian
Silent woods
Where I might strength regain
All winter long
I sheltered there
Beneath the briar rose
And coverd up by falling snow
My life all but to close
Until at length
A maiden fair
Found me where I lay
And kissed me and other things
Good god it made my day
She rubbed me with her
gentle hands
Where I wouldnt tell my mother
And said kind knight this is nice
I'm glad your not my brother
Thus the frozen parts
Which quickly thawed
Stood there strong and rigid
My sword and lance oh what a dance
And now I'm not so frigid
So That old tosser
Charlamagne
Can stuff it I suppose
I am staying here with the maiden fair
Beneath the Briar Rose
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-09-08 at 09:18
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