Fate aligns with the passing days
How it could go differently, so many ways
All desires are not to be owned
The blade of fortune can't always be honed
Have your throne, lose your queen
Wonder all what could have been
Count the loss and forget what you own
Someone's beloved, someone else's home
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Author:
Emperor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2025 10:34
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Comments1
This poem depicts battles lost and won and this in metaphorical sense may be physical or otherwise. Nicely written it makes its point well and most poetically
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