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Subject:Twa Corbies Sonnet
Time:05:38 pm
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Has everyone forgotten this community? X-posted in my own journal; written during AP World which shows how much I'm learning in that class.


How fair the knight who layeth cold there-- slain!
The empty, souless husk that once was he:
A face contorted in forgotten pain--
And none know of his resting place but three.
His hound has gone to roam the forests wild;
His hawk is now a-flying into night;
His lady’s quick begot another child,
She’s lying with the one who slew her knight.
Through his pale cold skin we ruthlessly tear,
We peck at eyes that can no longer see.
We’ll pad our nest with locks of golden hair,
And leave there naught but bones beneath the tree.
And thus the fallen knight’s fair no longer,
But his death shall make the crows grow stronger.</ljcut>
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