Tales
• Written by Anonymous
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It's foretold I withhold the grail to molding gold,
behold the unrolled scroll, my tale is untold and woe.
Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,
tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.
Over the wold you strolled, foretelling the untold,
behold the army I controlled, excelling by tenfold.
Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,
into a charge, smite when deft afoot.
Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,
outdo a retard despite when dressed good.
Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,
poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.
If it's dark, use bark and light the night with a spark,
Emerge from the dark like a shark in a water park.
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