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Co-validation will hurt my tortured state

But I have no energy left

To prove the doubters wrong, and they believe

I'm a poet

 

I'm a limerent philosopher King

Exiled to the mountains

I will never again face the wooded plains

Of my inheritence

In the city the traitors parade beneath steeples, crumbling

 

I face the broken paths of wind-shattered cliffs

Far above the valleys of innocence

Broken into pieces by knives of deceit

 

I thought I saw in a mirror-lake

The face of my love far away

In the metropolis besieged she sits

While they stain her.

 

O, I cannot face this evil

I must away to raise an army

An army of limerent knights

Who cry in their waking

And to whom sleep comes gratifyingly.

 

We must fight.

Reviews

[Rachael]

I like it.
I kinda got a medieval/old kingdom time picture in my head.
Nice imagery and good job!