Watch as the forgotten fall
liken to pasta off a dish fit for kings
the determination of treason
makes treasure to the true reason
By wit or way I do stay
standing fast and ardent
my pleasure is pure
and warlord my name
I carry no stigma
no need to prove
I am war child
now it's your move
But utter not, for I hear all
her might is within this frail body
and I mean to see the word through
till my mighty armies do fall
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Watch as the forgotten fall
liken to pasta off a dish fit for kings
the determination of treason
makes treasure to the true reason
By wit or way I do stay
standing fast and ardent
my pleasure is pure
and warlord my name
I carry no stigma
no need to prove
I am war child
now it's your move
But utter not, for I hear all
her might is within this frail body
and I mean to see the word through
till my mighty armies do fall
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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