The Royal Poet Laureate

 

The Royal Poet Laureate

 

Cry of thunder roar of war

The brotherhood is pounding down the door

Stampeding through the streets

Banners and trumpets sounding of brave feats

White knights with swords held high

Battle cries fire filling the skies

Fools write riddles of kings’ minds

Queens wither with the aging of time

Courtiers surround the royalty

Truths are lies, lies are truths morally

The land filled with heartache and disease

Battles won wars ended the brotherhood stands

     The eye of the poet and the mouth of a saint,

     Intrigues of the court of brothers leaves the poet faint.

Reviews

[Julia]

spoken like a true bard, very nice