Lorbardo - Poem by Naveed Akram
Lorbardo, Queen of the Dwarves is dying. She has passed away from disease.
She’s hardly a century old. To the sad dwarves this really means apologies.
Too many voices lament as the shuddering queen has stopped respiration.
The grieving is immense. The age of Lorbardo has been complete aggression.
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