Aug 22, 2007

Classic Painting

There were silver flying daggers in the air
On the fields where flew locks of golden hair
Shiny under the proud sun king
Fainting as our bleed rivers whitened our pink fair
And dimmed the clean battelfield of our lord
Swords swinging, swans singing, heroes dancing
Sand's last drop falling and time stops
Hearts come to a halt in a drought
Painted for eternity to praise knights
Under the moonshell of angel like Venus

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