O' King of unclaimed land,
Ghost o'er no-man's ground,
White haired and midnight eyed,
Had a lover from a land far less free.
She with ink silk hair and Forest eyes,
Wore golden circlet on her brow, and silver on her hand.
She gave her love to the boy in No-Man's Land.
When war did strike, A Queen the army did need.
The white haired boy of Unclaimed Land, alone once more.
O' the Army's Queen did die, and so many souls to the heavens did fly.
Many a year of war and strife, ended once more.
Young boy with midnight eye and ink silk hair,
Searches for a father unknown but for Mother's memory,
He ventures to see the King of No-Man's Land,
O' King of Unclaimed Ground,
Meet your Lover's son.
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Imitations of Immortality
PoesíaPoety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Tho...
