THREE GENERALS OF THE KING
Countless of nightmarish attacks followed the last
by villains of the past that wanted to stop me.
I triumphed over them; my sail remained steadfast
with help from the three generals sent by the king.
The first general who wields the bow and arrow,
the tallest man with a pair of sapphire eyes.
Such a sweet and happy soul that owns no sorrow—
a bullied orphan until the king saw his light.
The second one who utilizes two daggers,
sinfully muscular with the sharpest jawline.
Known gentleman but to womankind a lewd flirt—
a con man yet he amazed the queen with his mind.
The last and notable, who commanded the sword,
a handsome man covered with ink from neck to toe.
He is reserved, cold as ice, and always looked bored—
shared the same womb with the king and now they share foes.
Three ancient souls arose to heed the king's calling,
they will assist their lost queen until she is home.
Therefore, from now on I will be accompanied
by my soul's old family who she thought was gone.
Without words to explain this elated feeling—
the time has come for the awaited reunion.
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SETH
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about a recurring theme in the writer's dreams-dreams about past lives and a man named Seth. A poetry series that will be a fantasy/historical novel. To fantasy, dark romance, etc. readers/writers, I am open to...
