the king

the king

A Poem by fishball
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and his name is Khalid

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Towards 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

© 2020 fishball


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