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Storyteller (1 rating) by Aidyn Alexander Prentice
Many Times I've sat with him,
And listened to his tale.
Of battles fought, the Dragons slain,
And his quest for the Holy Grail.
An Iliad of courage,
And the odyssey of his soul.
Of heavy costs, and loves he's lost,
and the leaden price, and toll.
His struggles with betrayal,
All his bitterness and hate.
The deceit, the lies, and tearful eyes,
the omnipotent powers of Fate.
He spins a yarn of sorrow,
of serenity and such joy.
his days of youth and manhood,
as a man and as a boy.
This saga that he tells of life,
And who he came to be,
Is one I know and understand...
...For that storyteller is me.
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