#652

They slew Ares. His torment ended.

#585

tea in the bedsitter.  his lair.

#584

tea in the bedsitter.  his terms.

#583

tea in the bedsitter.  his domain.

#569

His Wilde green bells..  I knew.

#562

Upon his breast was orange blossom.

#539

He fell to his permanent respite.

#507

His seal, my fate did seal.

#469

His stories were all just words.

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Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Words.

#390

The armour broke his horse's legs.

#389

The armour melted into his skin.

#388

His armour's sounds did betray him.

#387

His armour couldn't protect against water.

#346

A story enacted by his puppets.

#197

The ronin was his sword's master.

#196

The ronin was his own master.

#187

Bob the dog ate his hat.

#135

Spinning in his grave like Jenny.

#97

His descent into forever lasted seconds.

#48

David played out his own agenda.