The Anatomy of HistoryA Poem by icelandicblue
The throne, though impressive
is a hard master, and the bejeweled crown rests heavily upon the king afflicted with a conscience. History does not remember him nor does it acknowledge his benevolence, preferring the payment of remembrance in the death cries of men and enemies upon the misted battlegrounds. What mettle of hero does the world desire? Bards and skalds beg to sing of wolf kings and the breaking of the world heralding an age of legends and warriors. There are no runestones that trill with tales of velvet gloves but rather they are etched by iron fists. Kindness is often mistaken for weakness, where good deeds become the dust of the ages, for history is written by the victors, and they prefer their ink in blood. © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on February 18, 2014Last Updated on February 25, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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