Today I met a prince,
A knight in rugged armor.
His eyes were clear and golden,
His mind was prone to wander.
He fought perilously in battle
With his loyalty to the throne;
He was surrounded by his legions
Though he often felt alone.
Even though he's caught in chaos
He's never failed to try;
He's strong whenever he has to be,
But when he's alone he cries
Because it wont matter where he turns
His demons will be behind him.
His people have faith he can carry on,
But do they know of that which binds him?
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
