"Retire, I Must." Sha~Kril Tells H.E.R. Apprentice. "The Last Of What I Have I Must Use 2 Keep Away The Dire That Consumes."
Nods & Tears Of Krel, The Apprentice As She Tends 2 H.E.R. Elder Most Tenderly.
"Courageously, I Shall Stand N Your Stead. It Is Our Destiny." Calmly States Krel.
"Belle, This I Know Well." Krel's Tearz Stop 4 Being So Comforted By Sha~Kril's Current Smile.
"Gil~Kel, Will Fall. My Darque Sister Must Die @ My Hands So That Order May Keep." Sha~Kril's Tranquil Nod As She, Again, Envisions She & Krel Fighting Side By Side. Somehow, It Seems That Krel Knows H.E.R. Elder's Current Thoughts.
Skulls & Crossfire.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Published: October 2nd, 2024 10:02
- Limit: 15 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: "The Agez Ov The Barbarian Princesses":Add-On.
- Category: Fantasy
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