I woke one day to find my infantry slaughtered, my tents on fire. Shocked, I ran to one wounded, gurgling, stuck with arrows like a porcupine.
"It was one little saracen on horseback," he gasped, " Just one!!!"
I damned my defences a little then. One was all it took.
50-word-macabre-lovepoem by Lisa Falzon
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