Some friends carry
axes
to cut you down
when you grow
tall;
others fit you
with feathered
wings
to make sure
that you
soar. (Poem by Topher Kearby)
On iron wings I carry my axe, to fall upon those most deserving. To protect those who need it and to protect my title as Cawadin!
axes
to cut you down
when you grow
tall;
others fit you
with feathered
wings
to make sure
that you
soar. (Poem by Topher Kearby)
On iron wings I carry my axe, to fall upon those most deserving. To protect those who need it and to protect my title as Cawadin!
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