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Jul 04, 2009
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THE RESCUE
THE RESCUE
Prophesying plague and death
In all the castles in the realm
The priestess screams with raging breath
“You have no pilot at your helm!
My King is taken by the Orcs.
Yonder black keep is where he’s chained.
Put down your wine and take to horse,
Orcs cannot stand against brave men.”
On chargers , with great spears and shields
Rode out the chastened warrior knights
Expecting naught but death, they wielded
Freedom's blades all flashing bright.
For hours the warriors charged the lines,
Of Orcs - and died but not in vain
Retreating Orcs all howls and whines
The King restored, the Orcs were slain
— Tam the Chanter, Jul 04, 2009
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Ravenshakti
16 years 11 months ago
Ian ... Dear Enchanter...
Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
the rescue
weirdelf
16 years 11 months ago
Love the poem and the genre
Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
fantasy
Seren
16 years 11 months ago
Tam
Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
fantasy
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
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Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
the rescue
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
Ian
Tam the Chanter
16 years 11 months ago
Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years 11 months ago
No worries
greeneyes
16 years 10 months ago
yes i loved it
Tam the Chanter
16 years 10 months ago
rescue