Before the final Oath was born
Two were riding toward,
Locked in eternal war.
Obscured was their conclusion,
Giving mystery to the living Oath.
Their teeth were in each other's throats,
Spears run through the hated sternums.
And ribbons of their blood addressed
The royal stature of their lives.
What happens when two kings lay claim
To one kingdom
Is a shame
And infinitely many kings
(I do expect)
Would do the same.
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 2:50 AM UTC
Before the final Oath was born
Two were riding toward,
Locked in eternal war.
Obscured was their conclusion,
Giving mystery to the living Oath.
Their teeth were in each other's throats,
Spears run through the hated sternums.
And ribbons of their blood addressed
The royal stature of their lives.
What happens when two kings lay claim
To one kingdom
Is a shame
And infinitely many kings
(I do expect)
Would do the same.
This is a poem about dualism, violence, eternity, and the quantum.