You’ve got fake blood
all over your hands.
Crowns of kings
line your shelves
each from an ever
more distant land.
Monarchs disemboweled
by your spiny swords.
A pen made out
of the finest gold
will mark you a
legend among the lords.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:37 AM UTC
You’ve got fake blood
all over your hands.
Crowns of kings
line your shelves
each from an ever
more distant land.
Monarchs disemboweled
by your spiny swords.
A pen made out
of the finest gold
will mark you a
legend among the lords.
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