Friday, February 24, 2012

Fellowship of The Round Table

The bell rings cheering the glory,
people gathered hoping for miracle,

as marching army walk into the castle,
pretend they have won the battle,
the king raises his sword,
and bless all the fallen knights,

"rise my son! rise as a knight! defender!"
quiet wind passes through his speech,
nevertheless all were happy and pity.

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