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The Sorceror Kings
The kings of magic.
The kings of old.
The terror we fear may unfold.
The mystics on high.
The lords of the throne.
Against them we all feel alone.
A dark majesty they all weild.
A mighty power.
One that is slow to sour.
For they are the Sorceror Kings.
And, in our darkest hearts they still pervert our sleep.
For they are the ones we all weep from.
The kings of old.
The terror we fear may unfold.
The mystics on high.
The lords of the throne.
Against them we all feel alone.
A dark majesty they all weild.
A mighty power.
One that is slow to sour.
For they are the Sorceror Kings.
And, in our darkest hearts they still pervert our sleep.
For they are the ones we all weep from.
Published 24th Nov 2012
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10th Mar 2013 3:22am
I love it!! I really don't know what else to say. It is an amazing piece of work. Pen on!!
-Jaimee-Leigh
-Jaimee-Leigh
