lawless lands steamed with fool's gold
testimony to the evermoving sands
cut one down and add him to the death toll
plus one, gilded and gone
like a dove, lulls my calming sea of cavalry
ships on the edge, stirred by the promised dawn
my primrose of purity put to bed by your incessant maze
free so that i am to bear new chains
- Authors: highlighter, Reta
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: August 21st, 2025 15:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Reta.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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