a king's crown was pointed at its peak
and eroded in the darkest ages
a king fair and mighty had bounties aplenty
but his riches were stolen by a man corrupted by greed
it was none other than his trusted friend
a duke whose eyes see only a prize
and his smile reached out for a golden crown
such was the life of a selfless man
whose walls were bitten by untamed dogs
his heart rested uneasy in his castle
when fame and fortune were the only things left
that his admirers sought after
and thus, fighting the shadow of sin
the king stepped upward to become
a god of wars and strength
Ares' worst fear
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Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
