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May 2014
His kingdom fell before his sword,
before he was to meet the lord.
All was lost with yesterday
but no one had the strenght to say.
Not one of them could find the words
before his light went from this world.
He left this life, this mortal plain,
leader of the old demain.
Leader of a band of men
never to be seen again.
Gone with the wind
his final breath.
As the Sun sets in the west.....................................
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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