Son the squire.
With his hands tainted of blood;
Knighthood was gifted to him.
His son the Squire
Bearers of arms and requests;
He learns to capture ambition.
With code of conduct
The Knight battled to his dying age;
The Squire never knew of battle...
Or his father.
Poetry by John Ashleigh

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Written on 2013-08-13 at 00:33
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