author - "durlabh2"
BALLAD
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of a namer
Drying fast to justify conscript of land.
THE DEEP.
From beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness – from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow - Edgar A Poe.
BALLAD
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of a namer
Drying fast to justify conscript of land.
THE DEEP.
From beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness – from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow - Edgar A Poe.