"The descending Berserk"
Medieval,
Invulnerable for all time.
Stretching the steel like a rubber,
He is champion in line
A frenzied warrior in battle
His name mark in dens hay
One night, he cried,
'cause his queen died
Lonely berserker,
quit his life too.
For his life as a king
Is no worth,
without a queen.
That's why he called,
The descending Berserk
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Library of Colors [Collection of Poetries]
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