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Jun 2014
Once there was a kingdom
Bright and beautiful it was
No other could compare
She was strong and steady
Like a beating drum

The king of the land
Knew not of what he had
In his palm was this kingdom
It could withstand anything
Or so it seemed

The king was arrogant
He mistreated the land
He abused his power
She started to become weak
No longer bold

She retreated away from him
But his power was too strong
She tried to fight
But she was too weak
She'd lost her radiant glow

With every passing hour she withered away
More and more everyday
She did not have the strength to withstand him
The cracks began to show
Like cracks in a statue
Cynthia A
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