Open Poetry #38 |
The Ice King lying (pt 7) |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Now lying upon his thrown his beard long and grey His age he wore well As his years final day a withered smile rests upon his still face as mourners pass to kiss his cheeks A silent tribute paid among the peaks he dies with love tear filled eyes speak A mourning song spread accross halls so long while his bride wept silent lonely and strong His sword in hand for the second time he left his lands for adventures rhymes Yet back he looked at those he left behind before the light he took and his ancestors to find. I went to the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
nice ice sketch |
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