a poet's society

King Author

 

Surrounded in Stonehenge
me and my powerful brethren friends
wield a magical techno-sorcery blend
to start a cabal of enlighten men

Our hymns transcend,
We have cocooned from the lowest of them,
You wouldn't comprehend all the hours I've spend wrestling with my pen so it could obey my every whim.
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