Rusty Sword from Rule of Roses
(This poem is a fictional set up type of thing. Just wrote it randomly and thought it could be a good premise for a future story. I believe it was matched up with another poem or story about a magic tiara. It would be a boy went to claim this sword in an adventure while a girl would enter a contest to gain the tiara. They were childhood friends who wanted a better life and saw this as their way to get it. Maybe the tiara one will turn up at some point.)
Deep within the thousand isles
That create the lunar serpent
Lays an island made of man
Composed of his bone and flesh
A simple shore of gathered muck
Around a growing mountain
Made of the fallen worthless
Skulls dot the mountain made of bones
They blindly watch the world
Staring at all visitors
Who dare to try their hand
The dangers are unknown to all
But the reward is much too great
To win the bleeding sword above
And claim the lunar throne
Legends of Windemere 
Contests are big in fiction! I hope one day you’ll write this!
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I hope so too. Thanks.
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And by “this” i meant the book fthat your poems inspired>
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Sounds like a great prologue to a story. Well done.
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Thanks.
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That is an amazing setting, and I think your idea of the sword and crown being held by two childhood friends (more than friends?) has a lot of potential.
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Thanks. Hoping to tinker with it over the summer.
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