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Once a King

April 25, 2015

Stealth, his weapon still.

Silken footsteps dance past moonlight.

Swift death descends.

Tenfoot kingdom, his.

Songs of love rebound off brickwork.

His line enforced.

Rivals surge anew.

Battle cries herald their victory.

Youth trumps old age.

Wounded, he retreats.

Holed up indoors, last breath exhaled.

New king acclaimed.

From → Poems

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