The kingA Poem by Scott Troy
Can you kneel in his presence
Swallow your pride and humble yourself This kingdom Utter disarray Torn asunder by grief and malaise A castle built on pain and pride A house with ghost filled walls Cold Bitter An everest of avarice Clenched fists and bruised ego A veil of unrequited affection A hallow bastion Of all good intentions He sleeps Dreams a plague Waking a subtle song Yearning to be heard A murder of crows Drawn out over a bleak tempest Unfortunate Dismal utterances A sky lit crimson Ever testing the litmus A ph balanced by sheer distance © 2018 Scott Troy |
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Added on August 25, 2018 Last Updated on August 25, 2018 Author
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