Every King wears a crown
Bathed in blood
Adorned with the jewels of lives lost
Sits on a throne
Carved with the bones of dead
In time
Haunted by the voices
He drowns himself
In the madness of power.
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Sanem
A King made and a King lost.
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Sunset Rues and Midnight Blues
PoetryBook 1 in Wings of Time //Random thoughts penned down See things from my eyes Mind love in the form of ink// Highest Ranking-15 in #poetry Copyright © 2020 by Mehreen Taqi ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
