restore the lost glory,
where the elites conquered,
queens full of absolute power,
where we never withdrawed.
where's the mislaid crown,
that was on your head.
the face that didn't frown,
the tears that never shed.
reclaim the unhindered throne,
where thy used to dwell,
triumphant for centuries,
cardinal through skies and seas.
things that thy lost track,
it's never too late to go back.
there's a lot of things to dodge
it's time for me to divulge.
May 26, 2018
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Incantations
PoetryThis story is all about a queen that was once an elite person. She would always be remembered as one of the best and greatest persons to ever lived. But all of the sudden, she collapses and fell. It is a story of revenge. And I am to compare. I want...
