Swords Poem by Vincenca Hathor

Swords



I can build up a castle, and I am ready to burn it down again.
Watch my empire, love, and your spirit collide in an unknown world.
What's a lifetime worth if we only swallowed swords?
See blood drops are running wild, wandering and hoping to get home, where it all began.
Sometimes I am clinging to some

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