Face sunken, eyes red and swollen
Crawling through the mud.
His crown had turned into ash,
His blood meaning nothing.
He looked up at the sky
and swallowed his pride,
He begged for the sun to save him.
The sun looked down
at his form,
pathetic and trembling,
and decided to looked away.
- Asteria
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Swinging Around the Cosmos || Poetry
Poetry[ and my airborne legs swung around the cosmos ] Poetry of the vast inky space. Some might be influenced by greek mythology.
