Broken hearts and broken vows
But it doesn't matter now.
Tyrant kings and shattered crowns,
A crooked ruler to which they bow.
Cloud-filled skies and seven crows
Leaves of betrayal on a dying rose
Glinting knives and shadowed foes
Unspoken fear that everyone knows
Lost innocence and soft fall,
The loud shout of the warrior's call.
Tear-stained face and desperate crawl
A lone dancer in a bloodied hall.
Ironed suit and straightened tie
The dictator for whom they die.
Smirking face and smoothly told lies
Beware those slitted, bloodred eyes.
Felted ears and curving horns
He watches them leave but doesn't mourn
Heaving sigh and piercing thorns,
His sneering voice filled with scorn.
Emtpy bottle and empty glass
A plummet from the ruling class
Burn the flag and burn the grass
Do what you must but don't look back
A bitter defeat and mouth runs wild
Looking into the face of a child
A list of wrongs and sins compiled
Certain death, but still he smiled
Dazed grin and brain not sober
He refused to believe his reign was over
No more luck and no four leaf clover
Life was good, but death was closer
A stricken face and stopping heart
As he watches his world fall apart
Barking laugh and frenzied art
As from this world he does depart
Drunken fool and lying rat
But are we sure that he deserved that?
Decorated stage and ruthless combat,
Forever remembered, the man named Schlatt
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Life Through A Seaglass Lens
PoetryPoetry- found by many but all so different. This is how I find it, through a camera lens of soft foggy green, a rhyming stanza of all I've seen. I am going to die by my own terms, facing whatever being shaped my soul, weapons out and teeth bared, o...
