MUST...GROW BIGGER....TO IMPRESS VIVIAN. MY LOVE, MY INSPIRATION, BUT THE GIRL WHO IS TAKEN. MUST. BE. BIGGER. THAN...

It may have been correct at the time but it's not how the word is used anymore famiglia

not OP but i'm in a similar situation, I just want to fuck her to see if i'm alpha enough to fuck a girl before her wedding day

>It may have been correct at the time

That would explain the crusader famiglia. Try to keep up

Before his lion-court
Impatient for the sport,
King Francis sat one day;
The peers of his realm sat around,
And in balcony high from the ground
Sat the ladies in beauteous array.
And when with his finger he beckoned,
The gate opened wide in a second
And in, with deliberate tread,
Enters a lion dread,
And looks around
Yet utters no sound;
Then long he yawns
And shakes his mane,
And, stretching each limb,
Down lies he again.

Again signs the king, -
The next gate open flies,
And, lo! with a wild spring,
A tiger out hies.
When the lion he sees, loudly roars he about,
And a terrible circle his tail traces out.
Protruding his tongue, past the lion he walks,
And, snarling with rage, round him warily stalks
Then, growling anew,
On one side lies down too.

Again signs the king, -
And two gates open fly,
And, lo! with one spring,
Two leopards out hie.
On the tiger they rush, for the fight nothing loth,
But he with his paws seizes hold of them both
And the lion, with roaring, gets up, - then all's still,
The fierce beasts stalk around, madly thirsting to kill.

From the balcony raised high above
A fair hand lets fall down a glove
Into the lists, where 'tis seen
The lion and tiger between.

To the knight, Sir Delorges, in tone of jest,
Then speaks young Cunigund fair;
"Sir Knight, if the love that thou feel'st in thy breast
Is as warm as thou'rt wont at each moment to swear,
Pick up, I pray thee, the glove that lies there!"

And the knight, in a moment, with dauntless tread,
Jumps into the lists, nor seeks to linger,
And, from out the midst of those monsters dread,
Picks up the glove with a daring finger.

And the knights and ladies of high degree
With wonder and horror the action see,
While he quietly brings in his hand the glove,
The praise of his courage each mouth employs;
Meanwhile, with a tender look of love,
The promise to him of coming joys,
Fair Cunigund welcomes him back to his place.
But he threw the glove point-blank in her face:
"Lady, no thanks from thee I'll receive!"
And that selfsame hour he took his leave.

you guys need more schiller, disregard women acquire alphaness

c-can i try write a poem and post it here? i-it'll be about strong knights and stuff

IS IT THAT TIME ALREAD-

oh that's not what this thread is about

Bohurt thread when?

Ok i wrote it bye
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Adjacent to the royal farm
Sat a wooden ring
Bedded with hay and sanded down
with benches surrounding

The clanking of tempered steel
as the boys climbed into the pit
To settle petty debts a piece
To prove their might through grit
Faces shone through gated metal
on this fateful day
Embroidered crests on their necks
too delicate for the fray

Their eyes met as shadows crossed
and the sun beat down upon the crowd
Politics behind the mess,
they knew not about
wits and tricks that they knew best
would come handy in this bout

The bell rang and the crowd roared
as the knights pressed the attack
a one man army in formation
rotating around the flank

finally they stopped circling
and before a punch was pulled
The blonde haired knight said
"STOP THIS MADNESS"
"FIGHTING IS FOR FOOLS"

taking off his steel helmet
the fullborne daylight struck him blind
2 men stood in the ring unarmed
for the longest amount of time

In a rush of pace they met at once
instead in a crush of steel
a furrowing embrace, to the crowds distaste
and the maiden's own appeal

Right next to the royal farm
a fight was missed that day
but peace was sought
instead of bought
and for a time, quarrels kept at bay.

you tryna tell me you made this yourself?

lmfao

>Being such a cuck you're willing to only live another 7 years for a woman that would be immediately married off to another man

Geralt should have just killed that monster