Mar 30
Eternity lay heavy on his shoulders,
A ringlet of gold pressing into his skull.
Enchanting jewels decorating his wrists.
Raising a powerful hand,
He brought it down with a slam.
Knights weaved between boulders,
Archers shot atop a grassy hill.
Ringing through the air, clashing of swords and fists.
As one, the armies stand,
For all of time, as I am.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
