CAMELOT FANTASIES

BLADE SWING

With the swing, ov my brilliant blade.
My trade ov death, comes ov you to sing.
Silence doth bring, when I partake ov your head.
As my sword sings, ov your silence dead.
Transgressions are not, ov the mind.
It is a blow, ov warriors kind.
Fighting for control, as the wisdom ov ole.
My blade sings, what is to say, as it says sold.
So cavalier, and oh so bold.
As my blade sings, ov stories told. [ Guests cannot view attachments ]