No foot may walk upon this barren land...
not a movement
nor a sound.
No foot may walk across this unkempt sand...
A Tyranny long since ended...
scarred this shore,
begot this terror.
A Tyranny scar never mended...
All buds set to wilt...
no colours
nor life.
All buds weakly tilt...
The ruler a Tyrant thirsty for power,
no single country enough for this man.
Unchecked fear and shrink for his glower.
A rule distinguished with one stiff fan.
Blew away the trees
and killed the people.
Out poured the mead
and there goes the treacle.
No memories
no stories
forgotten centuries.
No foot may step upon this barren land...
A Tyranny Past ~ Zenith Ringmaster
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