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No Innocent Blood
This story is about a hero,
He was very brave indeed.
He won a lot of fights,
And made many men bleed.
He was not very kind,
Not to anyone at all.
Then he met a beautiful woman,
On a sunny day in fall.
He was blinded by her beauty,
Her golden locks shone in the sun.
Her eyes resembled a clear blue sky,
Nothing like he had ever gazed upon.
He saw her singing in the woods,
Her gown was coloured blue and white.
Embroided with dazzling flowers,
He longed for her to be his bride.
At night she was in his dreams,
Filled with only passion and desire.
The way she sung and moved with grace,
She set his dark heart on fire.
At the fair he stood for hours,
Trying to find a gift for her.
But nothing could compare to her beauty,
Because nothing was so pure.
There he was without gift,
He knocked on the wooden door.
It opened and he went inside.
He put one knee on the floor.
There he was in shiny armour,
She looked at him with surprise.
For her hand, he asked,
But anger filled her eyes.
For the second time a man kneeled before her,
A man who murdered without regret.
He had killed the man she truly loved,
When he spoke the words, she fled.
He was left with nothing but shame,
Her actions had wounded him in the core.
His sword drew his own blood,
And the hero was no more.
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