The Fallen King - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
Sound the alarm tell them the king is dead.
Send my wishes to the generals tell them of my myths and legend.
The bravehearts were also defeated,
The lame and dumb all await the true fate.
Though we all plight in fallen shadows.
Those of us have our coffin with our hands at a stand still hold.
Ready to face eternity head and foot...
Red armies all fallen to the pit and scorge in pales of rumbus life.
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