The fight was brutal with only one left alive
he was the only one that had a chance to survive
his sword bloody now forever stained
with the blood from a fellow that was never named
a crown on his head he's now the new king
till once again he was called to the ring
3 against one this fight will be hard
as his sword smashes into hundreds of shards
the king is dead now a new one is crowned
a new king that to no one bowed
this bloody killer cannot rule a this city
so he walks with his head down, full of pity
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My Poem Collection
PoetryA Collection of some poems that i have written. Some will range from war and rage to beauty and peace. Will be updated when i can.
