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The Golden Feilds

Poetry By: Imuildaeren

A poem obout the last days of the Golden Feilds of Cesdalen.

Submitted:Sep 13, 2009    Reads: 130    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   

Sun ripe mellow fellow catch the butterflies in the sky.

Golden feilds top the land spiral towers give power.

Nows the hour for the flower to make a sword to cast down the empowerd.

Heros deeds heeded but not seeded in the land of golden feilds.

She cast the rock from her frock into the water deep dare she weep. No not for a lost hero.

The power continued sinwedd it self in the land of now black feilds.


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