Lost at sea,
Forgotten by generations to come,
Isolated and stuck,
How did we grow to be a lost kingdom?
We had been the greatest,
Our future deemed bright,
Powerful and strong,
We always won a fight.
But another rose from the sea,
Full of things no one had ever seen,
We fought hard,
But their greed was too much,
We were forced underground,
Turned into mud.
The enemy continues,
Destroying every life force in its path,
Till every form of good is underground with the rest.
We will gather our weapons,
Prepare for years to come,
Then when everyone has come to form one,
That's when we will rise once again.
We were forgotten,
It’s our greatest weapon,
Though we may not get recognition,
We will get back our lives,
No longer hiding where there is no light,
We will always win a fight.
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Author:
Kaelyn Jade (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 17th, 2025 11:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
This is the spirt that many hold and feel. A poem about future hope and wish for strength and greatness. Lovely
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