Brave Knight 95 Date: Thursday, 3rd October 2013 @ 11:36:02 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ramfire King Laurence listened while Duke Morley spoke. His speech wrought havoc deep within king’s soul. “ Give me your blade, Duke Morley, smite with stroke two thousand nigh this Acre’s vile hell hole.” “This, my king, I’ll do writing great the scroll, blood bright for close angelic hosts to see.” “And me thinks knight should play now a new role, do place Stephanus knight in line with me. From viper’s lair, Duke Morley, he will be set free.” This poem is Copyright © ramfire Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=176943