From dark he rose! Expected was nothing but a rose.
Sad-dled by past ready to ride, to put together his own pride.
Memories were sore, kept smiling as he soar.
Crowned among mighty knights, endured long starry nights.
At-last Thy agree.
Nor shall a battle be won by swords; nor shall a heart only by words.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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