When we dropped
to tilted towers
I realized
there were no flowers
I found a large
Blue shield
About to fight
I will never yield
We gathered up
to fight as one
there was no comparable force
under the sun
Then we spotted
a treasure chest afar
inside it was
three golden SCARS
The storm eye closed
it was too late
we were all killed
I succumbed to hate
This is great because I need a poem for English and I chose this and now everybody loves me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gud peom its remind me how i beat my wife
im reporting you those words are swear.