War was waged by the king.. strategies were made by the command.. blood was shed by the soldiers and the strike of swords lamented the past of happiness and the future of horrors.. yet the king failed in his quest to satisfy the shadow that lurked behind him while the sun lord was high and mighty glaring all his glory.. the king felt humiliated and only saw his wife rival the beauty of the sun lord.. his wife's silhouette being the artistic work the rays did at every dusk.. the king took it as a peace contract with the sun lord.. but one day the heat took his wife and with her the king's will.. the king fought fire with fire and no tear was shed.. thus continue the cycle of pitying fear and regret
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Excerpts from the books I will never write
PoetryThese are excerpts from books that I have abandoned. Some of them are literal excerpts from the story I had planned other's are just general theme of the books that I once wanted to write and will be in the form of poetry.
