“Goeth Young Maiden! Goeth!” for the world and it’s treasures await your grand and arrant efforts.
Hence beginneth Thy journey t’wards the joy and braying for victories brought by your hearty nature.
For dost Thee not follow Maidens whom with unhoused and primy courage_blazed the trail
_to englut injustice and abhor the addiction in belief of some primacy of some prince or noble?
God’s be praised such chop-logic of ancient yrs doth endeth in time today_for Thee Young Maiden!
For Thy day arriveth and the hour is nigh! All is set, the start is given! “Goeth Young Minden! Goeth!”
Yet within a moment all save one are o’er wrought by a single unleashed and unsuppressed might.
Whence cometh this gamesome change? What special leglength power hath this stalwart_Coystrill?
Moments later endeth the race of the Young Maidens_all wall-eyed at the Coytrill’s prowess.
Henceforth all sought to quicken some reason to account for this non expectant knightly performance.
With the passage of time, words did find a story of grandest astonishment_and with that a discovery of
the Coystrill_to be a privileged prince decreeing self to be a maiden and thr’by yerked them all.
(The Random Poet:10092020
www.therandompoet.com)
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