Behold, hollow king
Your dominion never calm.
Baleful goddess wrought
In sounds of your own psalm.
Weep, hollow king
From far I know it true
Atop your throne you sneer
Yet below your troubles brew
Grieve, hollow king
While life you stitched with twine
Is set ablaze for wicked ways
By love you claimed divine
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Hem (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2025 02:36
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Poetic Licence
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Comments2
This poem has good meter and rhyme but to this is added a somewhat cryptic message that implies arrogance as a flaw leading to an impending fall. Nicely written and a fave
A nicely crafted write, someone about to trip and fall over their own arrogance, enjoyed the read
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