The Conqueror

The Conqueror

A Poem by NewWriterOldWorld

Surrender now, Warrior
Thy back is shattered in two.
Soul remains, but your will crushed,
No vitriol left to spew.
Test your resolve,
Firm up your grip,
For this is your time to shine.
Shortcomings real,
Your Cowardice reigns, 
The City is now mine

© 2017 NewWriterOldWorld


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Added on June 16, 2017
Last Updated on June 16, 2017