From whence doth despair
Find its rosy rouge
Placed upon thy fair countenance?
Was not your prince,
Adorned in fawning armor,
Enough for your virtue?
Aye, tis with deep vexation
Your king beckons
This besmirching wraith
Be cast off his princess
With its superciliousness visage.
Alas, the bite of one’s own blade
Did bring dishonor upon our house.
Verily, the lineage falls.
Nicely done Kevin! A bit harsh but nicely done!
I enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you very much!
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What beautiful language..a tale of great woe. Has such a magnificent ancient or medieval feel, I love it!😃❤️
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Thank you, Jenna! I hope you are well!😇
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You’re welcome Kevin! 😊
I wish I could honestly say that I am, but I’ve been down under the weather for the last few days, but I will be okay. 💖
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Bless your heart! Get well soon! 🙏🏻
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I hope you have a wonderful week!❤️
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Thank you! Work travel yesterday and today. Back late. Only pre-posted through today. I’ll need to write a quick something on my phone while I’m at the airport tonight and post for tomorrow. 🤪😳
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