The Warrior Part 5
The viking king had seen the sameAnd took two paces back
I yield to you a warrior
Lets call a truce or pact
I know not where or whence you came
But I think you are of kin
A warrior for sure you are
And maybe born of sin
And so the story he was told
Of this his birth by right
Then come with me to foreign lands
You are no english knight
And so he left for foreign shores
His legacy to claim
A warrior his birthright
A prince in all but name
So this is where my story ends
A truce between two lands
For now he'd found his place in life
His future in his hands.
The End. (maybe)
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-16 at 10:25
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