From the ashes rose a warrior
Someone who had not been known before
He rosed like a god out of the earth
Before finally closing the turf
Blazing blue eyes with black hair
Had him looking worse for wear
He was a mighty spartan once upon a time
But they all died in the valley of the 300
Now hes a gladiator
Fighting to just fight
Not caring for his rights
The greeks have come and gone
But still he did not belong
His body and mind
Craved the feeling of death
For they heard its bittersweet
Just like a memory of someone he use to be
As he lies and waits
The fairies play with his fate
Should they cut him loose?
Or play with his life like a game of chess?
For he knows he is the best
From dust till dawn
He watches them decide
Till finally he decides he wants to take a ride
He hops on a pegasus
And flys to Riverdale
Where all that is lost is found
The Eleven elven kings
With their powerful rings
Sealed his fate with a mighty spell
That sent him straight to hell
And that is the story of the lost spartan
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Short poems
PoetryI don't know when this will be completed I just know I'm going to be writing whenever a strong emotion hits. The poems will not be a specific gener its just a combination of everything together
