despot rulers
sit upon glory
throne embodiment
a world crippled
legacy their destructive
ruins laid waste...
wars grasp seizing
lusted for territories
time exhuming last
pound of flesh last
carved out drop of blood
from victim conquered...
masses fear fleeing leaving
soulless embalmed husks
to fall as roadside dust!
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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