the kingA Poem by fishballand his name is KhalidTowards the edge, my arrows are aimed Dreaming of nothing but crossing fields, traces of yellow and brown and green, planning and scheming behind a veil, having the strength of the Golden Deer Shooting the stars of my wildest dreams answers the call of the verdant wind Bring back the peace of these ruined halls Shatter the walls that surround my home Cast a new dawn for my kingdom come
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Added on December 1, 2020 Last Updated on December 1, 2020 |