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A world that was.
My world.
The king of my domain, once,
insufferable I remain the man but less,
to what end am I to lose, my throne my power my very soul.
Still I fight; but I do-not as strength taken, stripped,
ripped from flesh of beating heart my world destroyed, my life, apart.
Left, with no option but acceptance, an unimaginable fate
in-dispersed with nightmares of futures once begotten hope,
so in darkness I remain, for no might that once controlled the thoughts of men does comfort dying soul,
and here as I stand, my world, is all but fleeting.
The king of my domain, once,
insufferable I remain the man but less,
to what end am I to lose, my throne my power my very soul.
Still I fight; but I do-not as strength taken, stripped,
ripped from flesh of beating heart my world destroyed, my life, apart.
Left, with no option but acceptance, an unimaginable fate
in-dispersed with nightmares of futures once begotten hope,
so in darkness I remain, for no might that once controlled the thoughts of men does comfort dying soul,
and here as I stand, my world, is all but fleeting.
Published 10th Nov 2013
| Edited 11th Nov 2013
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