Beseeched in royal garb, purple and emerald gold,
The mighty will has proven what has gotten old.
The naked king he laughs and scoffs,
The eagles wing soars, as she takes off.
And precedent be set upon the biggest bet.
As fire and rain shall surely mutually stop in stead.
What over boils the kettle, as the multitude shall settle.
And freedoms chains are righteously chopped.
Through the blood and rusty metal.
As the world groans, moans to burry bones and gives serenity to the masses.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Excellent write
Powerful meaning in this poem disguised under a thin layer of metaphor it flows in great rhyme and meter.
I found it a interesting and thought provoking read, which i enjoyed reading.
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