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The Knights Death

And he took his final breath.

The sword came down upon his breast, taking to eternal rest.

Treachery, deceit, high treason accused, fair trial to none bestowed.

He stood valiantly, armoury gleaming in the sunlight with pride upon his face.

streetos

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I am a twenty something writer of crime, fantasy and science fiction mainly. I also like to jot the odd poem to make you think. Hope you enjoy!

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