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Cold Steel
Jerome Brooke |
Covered in metal plate, the knight stood,
Silent, on the bridge of stone.
His hand, in heavy iron mail, reached,
Reached to our Queen, alone.
Our Queen, with her cold, cruel sword,
Held high the blade, so clear.
Cold steel, and cold steel,
Met in ice, ice and cold fear.
Come back, brave knight, with the sword,
Your sword so bold.
Return to me, come to me, Champion Mine,
With captives, with gold.
Return to me, come to me, Favorite Mine,
With heart so pure,
Come back, return, my sweet, fair one,
With eyes so soft, so sure.
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