Untitled.A Poem by Monstrositee
Incomplete. I suppose it's a poem. It rhymes, kind of. The syllables, however, are not very uniform. It needs work, and I am always open to criticisms, constructive or not.
Though an army may encamp at my gates,
Throwing their weight against my weakened walls,
In this, my final hour, I will proudly accept this fate.
Wounded, disarmed, and alone, I stand fearless and tall.
The mask of a warrior covers a face broken in defeat,
And will stay, unmoved, as I wait out this bitter finale.
When all of my company turned on me in retreat,
I stood firm to suffer the spoils of my own great folly.
When I broke this kingdoms walls, I felt no regret,
And when I built them back up, I knew their purpose.
They alone stood between us and death,
And now, I will pay in blood for their service.
© 2012 Monstrositee
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