Sleeping Reyna,
on the arena.
Fog on swords,
but you can only guess
what is going in the dead's head.
That heart of glum,
and that vase of rum.
A land of greyness and
a yard of bones.
A paper doll with crimson hair,
blowing in the air.
Hands of illness,
so full lifeless.
The kingdoms knocked
but her heart was locked.
Drenched in the war,
she held the armour.
~Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
