Fleece.
Niece Of A Ancient Power That's Come & Gone.
Alone. Never Wanting A Ally.
Fly. Beautiful & Immortal.
Powerful. The Limits Of, Her Powers, She Has Yet 2 Reveal.
Noble?
Nimble Swordswoman That Prefers The Deathmatch.
Watch, Her: Soldier Of Darqueness Amidst Death March?
Search After Search, Quest After Quest, Finds Her Pretty Smile Echoing Success.
Guess, Again, Her Disposition. This Precision Maiden With The Legendary Golden Ass.
Class, Classic, 1 Realizes, When Properly Studying, Fleece.
Fleece.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: September 15th, 2023 06:00
- Limit: 1 day
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: "The Babez Ov Metal Mill Comics"
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 2
Comments1
Nice flow to a poem and swords woman we need now.
Thanks, Kool Fool, U Get A A++ (4 Saying Such) @ This Here School. Peace & Harmony.
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