Getting ready for a brutal fight,
Away in the dark of the night,
Most asleep but sound not safe,
Hearts will beat at a rapid pace,
A swinging axe in a strong fist,
Hidden in a dark forest mist,
A wooden spear pounds in spite,
A sword bearer steps to his right,
Preparing for the very worst,
Their minds have been cursed,
With the terrible tale of hate,
Who could have told such fate.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
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