poem

new moon

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Belied was new moon
with wan veil of clouds upon.
Chic with gruesome wiles.

the mighty baron

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Oh mighty baron
i release thee
for sojourn in the mead
harking order naught,
all i beseech
dost naught forget me.
And heed
offer me a meed
grant me a inch square
in thy realms of gold
and that is all i need.