Glen Gaul Way
Glen Gaul Way by bentfeather
In the land of Glen Gaul Way did the knights come out to play in low dusk that is not light to duel and fight into darkest night.
Clashing blades with ringing sounds a fair knight hits the ground silvery beams, abound around the bloodied, dueling grounds of Glen Gaul Way.
Damsels fair in midnight air with silvery and golden hair with velvet capes of blackest night gathered round to watch the fight
Mighty steeds snort and whinny the dancing hooves of fair knights plight stomp the ground in anxious need to charge their master to the deed to fight another duel of might clashing, slashing blades burn bright in the Land of Glen Gaul Way.
Glen Gaul Way in fields of violets and ferns white knight did hold a yearn for a certain damsel tall and blonde hiding by the lily pond.
Holding court in Glen Gaul Way a maiden fair was heard to say, my white knight will come someday to whisper by the lily pond. passion is the promise bold as she gripped her breast from the cold.
Damsel held the promise told by magic Merlin of the old that on a dark and stormy knight the Dragonfly would show his color bright and come to her in the night take her on his wings of flight her white knight of chivalry, dragonfly delight.
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