Living life to its fullest
Of course to never be happy
Wars and riots outlast
Joyous singers are we
Only once viewing the sea
Looking down the eerie well
Hoping for bread, so falls the tree
Forever I starve in Hell.
The child we all have blest
No matter how sick he be
They will head west
Lifting up the hopes with a key
To be stolen by He
Stuck onto me like a shell
Ended by She
Forever I starve in Hell.
I may never see the best
Never even to be
My father was betrayed by his vest
Or was it my mother's death in the lea
Even so, I shall never see
The golden, liberating bell
Oh dear God, pity me
Forever I starve in Hell.
Our value is as much as a pea
For it is together in which we fell
Linked together as if a wreath
Forever I starve in Hell.
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Blood
PoetryNikolai Aleksandrovich Romanov, the Bloody Tsar and the end of the Romanov Dynasty. Yes, this is for my school project again (sorry). I hope you all like it! I'm writing only 15 poems for this one since that's around the recommended range for a poem...
