The armour once gleamed with glory
Now nothing but a rusted lump of metal.
Tales of a hero once lived with pride
A shameful excuse for the demise of thousands.
Love for the knight who saved them with his knife
Who is the prey where each can take others life?
An oath taken up for the people
A mediocre promise once everyone believed
Are we to believe the lies they spread?
If only eyes could speak.
-Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
