[untitled]A Poem by Sam DavidsonCo-validation will hurt my tortured state But I have no energy left To prove the doubters wrong, and they believe I'm a poet
I'm a limerent philosopher King Exiled to the mountains I will never again face the wooded plains Of my inheritence In the city the traitors parade beneath steeples, crumbling
I face the broken paths of wind-shattered cliffs Far above the valleys of innocence Broken into pieces by knives of deceit
I thought I saw in a mirror-lake The face of my love far away In the metropolis besieged she sits While they stain her.
O, I cannot face this evil I must away to raise an army An army of limerent knights Who cry in their waking And to whom sleep comes gratifyingly.
We must fight. © 2009 Sam Davidson |
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1 Review Added on August 25, 2009 AuthorSam DavidsonOxford, United KingdomAboutWell hello, and a good day to you. I'm seventeen and I live near Thame, Oxfordshire, UK. Unfortunately that won't tell you much about me; you can come from anywhere and still be going nowhere. As f.. more..Writing
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