Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Before you rise, you must fall.
A sacrifice from blood is bound,
A corpse army rests in the ground.
Toll the bell, a canary's call.
Leave a portrait in Hero's Hall.
Awaken from eternal sleep,
Puppet on strings, no soul to reap.
Hollow gaze, an empty doll,
Lifeless limbs, power null.
Do as your bid, controller's law,
Conquer and quest, a kingdom's fall.
A monster to slay, you cannot escape,
A weapon to wield, this is your fate.
Everything pain, you're living dead,
They await your slumber, take your head.
Wings clipped, kept in a cage.
Hope for death, killed in rage.
You're stuck in a war that's not your own,
Wreaking havoc, blood and bone
Your power grows, but you're still a tool,
Dreading your master's evil rule.
You cut the strings to turn the tide,
Spill your secrets, nothing to hide.
Your sacrifice will be a boon,
Place yourself back in your tomb.
Warriors gather to fight the end,
Revolution built, a rebel's land.
Lives in service, swords abound,
A battlefield of graves surrounds.
Upon the edge, victory stands.
History will note the winner's brand.
Peace is wrought, the table round,
What once was lost, at last is found.
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
