"King my ass."
King makes him laugh.
Dethroned.
The crown he once owned,
was now gone.
He had been overthrown.
He was used as a pawn.
I mean,
he'd been replaced.
His time was a waste.
If they saw his eyes,
they'd be struck with fear;
that was ever so clear.
Replaced,
Their king was such bitter taste.
"King my ass,"
he laughed.
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Poetry of the smp
FanfictionHistory needs to be written down somehow, history is repeating itself, dark stories, war, all of it is horrifying. What better way to write it in beautiful honey sick rhymes. All poems are mine! I'll update them randomly, I do take poem request as l...
