Blood and bone
is your only throne
And hatred
your only mistress
While you gild
the finest lily
The poorest simply starve
While you may
own a kingdom
You'll never
own our hearts
So relax,
my king
for when your
time comes
It shall not be
with the beating
of drums
For your greed
has sealed your fate
and paid the guards
at your gates
Gold and silver
may shine bright
But much like monarchs
they yield to might
Sleep well
in your
bloodied sheets
May faeries
fill your dreams
For no soul
shall speak
of the land who
lost her king
No,
they shall
of freedom sing
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
