Act 2 Poem by Little King of Sorrows
Act 2
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.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: places,freedom,journey
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