Past GloryA Poem by TheNightShift
Give me back your crowded streets,
show me the glory of your past. Into dark alleys your spirit retreats, conquerors in your squares amass. The kingdom died with its people,
now resettled with a successor race. The world will never see its equal, only lament this sad disgrace. © 2016 TheNightShiftFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTheNightShiftReykjavík, IcelandAboutI'm an aspiring author from Iceland. I have an interest in history, science fiction, video games and more. more..Writing
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