Little King of Sorrows

Act 2 - Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Frigid howls of unsure places.
Sinister smiles of unkind faces.
A journey made at fates command.
Forged alone by times own hand.
I lay within my kingsize bed,
As prosperity and freedom hold rest my head.

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Found some time to get back to writing more again.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013

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