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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.
Written by Christopher_Newby
Published | Edited 11th Nov 2013
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