I was born to be the light
The leader in the fight
I wave my sword and roar
I've won my every war
I've feasted on the dead
Eaten corpses like they're bread
Blood and wine
Meat and thyme
Fearless. Strong
Never wrong
But when my troops lay in their bed
When all is done and all is said
And when you leave from by my side
I sit and no one sees my cry...
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Killing Lazarus
PoetryA collection of love poems that should have remained imprisoned in the deepest dungeon of my dying mind... Alas, they live...
