There's fire on the ground
The mountain has lost its place
These literary minds
Poise to crack a face
Supremacy counts
So each figure marks for dominance
Even Clark needs Hussain's legs
To bolt into prominence
I stand tall
Before rival poets
Should I fall
I'll return to the contest
Many clamour for glory
And royalty here
But in this game of thrones
I am the one true heir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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