Evil Rook Poem by Curtis Luck
Evil Rook
You may swing your blade I'll swing back in return but I will succeed.
Your head will be a trophy it will sell for much money.
Let your blood spill and may face defeat, your death was foretold and will be part of history.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death,history,may,money
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Again based on a black chess piece
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