Tone set by a sun hiding
A king weeps for good men dieing
Clash of steel your exotic melody
Shout and squeal as a choir
The symphony blaring
A wave hits the door to his court
Blast open
A stave of wood anchors his foot to the ground
He hadn't planned on moving anyhow
He stood with a roar
Readying shield and axe
Not for combat but show he thought
None the less proud
He fought hard
Bringing countless men down
Broken weapons and ****** wounds
The body pile stacked around
Eclipses once grand steps
To the last throne worth sitting in
Held still to this day
By the last king worth sitting in it
Holding tightly onto those
His broken weapon and mortal wound
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
Tone set by a sun hiding
A king weeps for good men dieing
Clash of steel your exotic melody
Shout and squeal as a choir
The symphony blaring
A wave hits the door to his court
Blast open
A stave of wood anchors his foot to the ground
He hadn't planned on moving anyhow
He stood with a roar
Readying shield and axe
Not for combat but show he thought
None the less proud
He fought hard
Bringing countless men down
Broken weapons and ****** wounds
The body pile stacked around
Eclipses once grand steps
To the last throne worth sitting in
Held still to this day
By the last king worth sitting in it
Holding tightly onto those
His broken weapon and mortal wound
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