I watched the world burn
And my people scream,
Mistaking it for laughter's gleam.
I healed my soldiers
With paint and tape,
For them to fall another day.
I ran away and said
"All is fine,"
While they're all dead inside.
Nothing was real,
Their cries so faint,
Until I saw their darkest fate.
I returned to nothing,
But ash and smoke,
The King had taken all that I'd call home.
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The Fall of a Man
PoetryA series of poems following the story of a man, who lost it all, and watches from the sidelines as his old life goes on without him.
