Warrior Dog

[pigshitpoet]

"O dog of chivalrye,
thy knight appears human!"
We can see it by their faces,
if only by illusion, Beauty and Beast,
That lady touches on a common problem
fallen from erection
needs but mild correction
when striving for perfection
on her mistresses's affections

The dogs of war
don't talk to him in the least
They have forgotten words,
perfect words caught in her throat,
They use only liberties
of four letters more;
Her scarlet moat, glistening forth,
'neath a pale moon, which
he impales with a swoon
lifts the veils of her gown

"I'm off to war!"
They shan't catch me
resting in her laurel's bough,
For I live by the sword!
"Hey That!" Melee... !
A raw wry smile bent on chivalrye,
My lord, Count, by thy temper swore,
She'd have me b'headed once more
Countess, Countenance, by name
swore thy penance on my grave

"Small death! Lead the way!"
I am but a sojourner
lost in my merry way

Luke 2:12-07