ronin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 08, 2008

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he fell from his stallion's broad
suff'ring from a fatal wound,
a warior still for he nursed himself
'till the pain sent him to oblivion.

and there came a lady with satin skin
helped him up his horse and rode with him.
he told her tales of weedy farms,
of rotting hay, of empty barns.

then

when he looked back the lady changed
now there she glowed with pinkish tint.
his tales turned to that of newfound skies,
of bleeding clouds, and untamed stars.

a neigh was heard and the visions dimmed,
his face was slapped by the desert winds
what's left with him was the scorching heat
his horse is dead, the wound still hurts.


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