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Franc Rodriguez Poems
I was too blind to see the tart skene that whetted my heart. I was a fool to believe that your words of love bore meaning. There left doleful and glum, as you tore my heart apart. Henceforth, I was condemned to accept this dreadful feeling.
Bite Of The Apple Of Idunn
A deadly curse began to flit upon the clans, and the clansmen with such a swift wrath. It came from beyond the dales and the thorps, making the striplings grow hoary and old.
Scowl Of The Ents
A blustery winter had suddenly fallen, upon the lands within the dales. The waters froze and the frost was ice, which thickened the harden fjords.
Awakening Of The Kraken
Time dwined since the Kraken frightened, the shoal of knorrs of wayfarers in the sea. The stillness of the waters was to be wrested, by the winds that aroused the ships that rove.
To Laud The Hymns Of Praise
There upon the welkin is a hovering cloud. It is a towering image of a celestial guardian. Aureate is his halo as he gathers on a hallow mound. He joins the lovesome choir of voices so stentorian.
The Wuthering Winds Of Yester
Within the ridges dwells a hallow sanctuary. In the moors is a silhouette of a lingering soul. He is a waif who drudged upon his misery. He went forth among his painstaking dole.
She was born there among the shine of the sun, upon a memorable and lively blossoming spring. Like a madder red rose in the meadow to flourish, and be nurtured like the sparrows that thus sing.
I Shall Come To Fade Within The Ripples ...
The thester clouds would quickly overlap, the once before gleaming midday sun. And it is a sign that the eventide is nigh, and I shall find myself forsooth alone again.
I Shall Beseech What Must Behove
The glare of the morning sun thus shone, upon the everlasting welkin of the brine. And as the billows brush upon the shale, the waves swayed such a gushing sound.
Thorn Of The Yore
The cold waters of the sea were bustling, with the sundry waves that would bellow. They soon struck the depth of the strand, as they billowed swiftly upon the shale.
Souls Of The Slain
For manifold years the kinsmen shivered, within the shade of the wanton blood. The days and nights were soon becoming, a living nightmare for the sundry clans.
Spell Of The Golden Strands Of Hair
There was once a young king too blinded, with wrath and under the spell of a witch. It was said amongst the athelings that he, was so brazen and lost in his madness.
Seer Of The Darkness Of Death
A darkness of evil thus befell upon the clans, within such a ruthless and wearisome path. It came from the land of the Saxons and Jutes, and spread swiftly upon the strands of the sea.
Keepers Of The Golden Ring Of Eight
It was foretold that a wrath would befall, and gar the clansmen to blench in fear. It would be a dreadful fright that in the end, they would never come to forget.
Comments about Franc Rodriguez
I was too blind to see the tart skene that whetted my heart.
I was a fool to believe that your words of love bore meaning.
There left doleful and glum, as you tore my heart apart.
Henceforth, I was condemned to accept this dreadful feeling.
There whereupon I languished in my sullen lassitude quickly.
Hitherto I sought to then overwhelm my sorrow and grief.
I was forced to continue within the depth of my obscurity.
Forlorn and beguiled, I searched for solace and relief.
You kinked my heart and plaited it through wantonness with ease.
How was I to know you were a jilt,...