Knights Of The Realm, Slain Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.

Knights Of The Realm, Slain



Utter mercy,
Three men thirsty.
The only survivors,
Hundred dead flowers.

United they stand,
Reach to the deep blue.
Lost in thoughts
and vivid drawings of skulls.

Where art thou,
Must heed now,
To a dark enclosed path.
Still lies he.

In the baking sand,
Meet the demand.
Too much for thee to handle.
At the end of this life.

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Lawrie Stuart Ronton

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An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.
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