Crown (The King's) 2 B Seen N The Rubble @ 1st. The Caring Pause.
Roars Of Dragons Flying Overhead, Disturbed By The D-Saster B-Low.
Shallow Moat Now M-Pty & Overflowing With The Dead & Rubble.
Trouble Came. What X-Actly Happened?, The Rest Of The Surviving Kingdom Don't & Won't Know.
Blow Of Evening Wind While So Close 2 The Next Year.
Steer 2 Those With Attentive Ear Waiting 2 Hear Something From Survivors. On Key With Such Sentiment R Those With No's Or Nevers.
Scepters Crushed, Swords Bent, Spears Broke, & Maces Shattered.
R.U.I.N.ed, This Kingdom Looks Horrid Without The Most Beautiful Castle N All The Lands.
Hands (4) Of, The Dual Princess, While Recognized As A United Crimson Mess.
Bless The Passed Souls As Well As Our Futures N This Kingdom, Speaks A Tearing Druid While Also Trying 2 Figure What Actually Happened As The Castle Came Down.
- Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 27th, 2021 15:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Back Thinking Sword 'N Sorcery.
- Category: Fantasy
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