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Poem
May 4, 2004 17:12:10 GMT -5
Post by A Shy Cat on May 4, 2004 17:12:10 GMT -5
this is for a journal of my friends... i have been custimizing it... so be happy?
Writings of a Fallen Were-knight
sitting on the stool, my tail wagging idly, red and black fur cover my body, underneath the armor, my trusty sword rest by my side as I write.
There has been nothing but heartache, since I fell, No one wants to take my coin, or let me stay a night in the barn.
A Knight cannot be an abomination, and so I fell. I can only dream, of yesterday when i was full and knightly...
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