The knight removed his winged helm
And gazed o'er the fray
Twenty thousand men had come
And few saw out the day.
He finally saw the standard raised
Above the gold-encircled head
Of his king and countryman
Bestride a hill of dead.
He was locked in furious combat
Against a black clad man
The king held firm and fought
With a stout spear in his hand.
The black-clad knight was known to him
His sister's craven mate
Known to his friends as Mordred
Though his friends were few of late.
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WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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