Stefani, Three Days Later
Stefani, Three Days Later
I had a book in my lap, but I wasn’t reading. I couldn’t take my eyes off the gorgeous warlord reading Atlan poetry to his daughters.
A warlord mighty, a force to be reckoned,
A warlord mighty, a force to be reckoned,On the battlefield, his rage beckoned.
On the battlefield, his rage beckoned.His armor heavy, his heart light,
His armor heavy, his heart light,He fought with all his strength and might.
He fought with all his strength and might.
They didn’t understand a word of it, and I decided that was a very good thing. Their father apparently loved poetry. He was very expressive, voice rising and falling dramatically, hands swinging through the air making wide arcs. He made faces at them as well, playing peek-a-boo over the top o
