Ourselves As Overlord-Kings Poem by james watkin

Ourselves As Overlord-Kings



It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.

Dark, or roseate crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights.

Thursday, May 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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james watkin

james watkin

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