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Of Kings
Dark the night on jagged wings.
When smoke and fire, evil brings.
With kings, with crowns, of warmly bow.
As blood does stain from warly prowl.
The trumpets rise.
The mistress sings.
The Queen does suck on kingly things.
As age wears on of proof of rings.
As life falls limp on regal satin.
And history dims on what shall happen.
Again shall rise, a new king.
And, again a new mistress shall sing.
When smoke and fire, evil brings.
With kings, with crowns, of warmly bow.
As blood does stain from warly prowl.
The trumpets rise.
The mistress sings.
The Queen does suck on kingly things.
As age wears on of proof of rings.
As life falls limp on regal satin.
And history dims on what shall happen.
Again shall rise, a new king.
And, again a new mistress shall sing.
Published 10th Oct 2012
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10th Oct 2012 5:25pm
Finally you supply my fix!
One of the few (or only?) of yours with a rhyming scheme; I think it makes it flow quite well. Nice little piece here.
Now keep 'em coming!
One of the few (or only?) of yours with a rhyming scheme; I think it makes it flow quite well. Nice little piece here.
Now keep 'em coming!
