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Addie D Feb 2016
Our empire will rise,
people around us will disguise
and with all their lies
our mother land dries.

They try to fill us with poison;
Before the sun is up, they'll try to run.
Soldiers and archers we send a ton
and they had never won.

How long do we put up with our fights?
I've lost sense of our nights;
I want to see how our love ignites
through the big clouds in these heights.

I don't want to put you in an exile;
since we last spoke - it's been a while.
I still love you and I can smile
even if our vow sailed away in a vile.

Now I look at the glass of wine,
then at your face - so divine.
I wonder, how will I shine
after this deadly drink of mine?

Our empire has fallen,
all that we had is broken;
the emperor I wished I've proven;
All that followed was a curtain.
This is a poem inspired by characters in my novel.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
It was in the Mughal period
That a combined bathroom,
Shower & toilet put together,
Were called a Ghusl Khana.
Inside it proceeded many stuff,
Literally meaning cleansing,
Of both the body and soul.

Sat the emperor inside,
Busy in cleaning his body,
And his soul too with water,
And with the warmth of it,
He tried cleansing his soul,
After administrating the empire,
And being engaged in battles.

The battles of truth,
The battles of trust,
The battles of faith.
My HP Poem #993
©Atul Kaushal
Caitlin Fisher Oct 2014
Forgive me, my love
I could only stand-horror struck
I watched, yet I didn’t, the crocodiles of the raging Nile maul your ****** corpse

My love, my love forgive me
That wretched day; that cursed hour, the very hour of our return
To see you breathe your last was akin to feeling a knife in my back
They had to hold me down
The hated guards who couldn’t save you

Forgive me, please, forgive me
I can do nothing more than carve your face into cold marble now

Antinous forgive me, forgive me please
I couldn’t save you; no one could

Antinous, forgive me

— The End —