The False King
How dare you tell us what to dream?!
You laugh at hope.
You curse the light.
You think that we will quit the fight;
the fight for peace
and truth and love,
the fight you feel you are above.
So sit upon your seat of stone,
and try to crush our well loved home.
So wear that gold and blood red crown,
as we, the true folk,
tear you down!
YOU ARE READING
Woe
PoetryFor this challenge you get to write a poem of any style, any subject, as long as it is not over 100 words. And no word is over 5 letters. We are thrilled to announce the winners of our Founder's Challenge #3!! 1st ... Woe By @Gwenda5 2nd ... Will f...
