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The King paced his throne whilst in anguish Prayer and hatred raced through his voice His knees met the ground With angry fists he had pound In the fate of his kingdom, he had never a choice “My kingdom in danger and my army- most gone… What could God’s plans be for us?” asked the King. “My people look for a savior My Queen begs me to save her But of miracles, I haven’t such a thing!” A callous cackle echoed the throne room Darkness claimed possession of each crease In the center, a figure Feeble, and yet limber with a smile pure of trust and deceit… © 2013
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
The Kingdom, the Army, and the Dead (Preface to Part III)
The King paced his throne whilst in anguish Prayer and hatred raced through his voice His knees met the ground With angry fists he had pound In the fate of his kingdom, he had never a choice “My kingdom in danger and my army- most gone… What could God’s plans be for us?” asked the King. “My people look for a savior My Queen begs me to save her But of miracles, I haven’t such a thing!” A callous cackle echoed the throne room Darkness claimed possession of each crease In the center, a figure Feeble, and yet limber with a smile pure of trust and deceit… © 2013
The Kingdom, the Army, and the Dead (Poetic Prose- Trilogy)
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
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