My kingdom is a broken thing
Torn apart by cruel hands and tongues
My throne made of ash
A city burned from First Love’s fire
But First and Last are always the same
Using this kingdom of mine as a battle field.
Blazing at once and then cool to the touch
I wonder how We continue on
I’m unseated time and time again
By Hope whose dreams run deep
And mistakes the Lust of men
For the wishful thought of Love
Fissures in our tower keeps
That let seep in the light of day
Bastard sons of decieving Lust
Wreaking havoc in the streets
And my own daughters are caught up
In their naïve Passion plays
Not knowing all the steps to dance
With the boys who masquerade as Good
Alone I sit in the center of it all
Unheard and forgotten
Powerless to stop my kingdom’s
Inevitable, final Doom
Please tell me what you think
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wow
i really liked the descriptions in this write. very well depicted. love the imagery and the wordings. i heard (from a poem that Oka wrote) that it was your b-day? how old u now? happy belated birthday!
love Yami
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Thanks for the comment Satanz... And yes, Feb 2nd was my birthday, 20th in fact, but I got a great birthday present, my first real date followed by my first real kisses
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this is good!
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No..you fight it out and you don't let the doom get you because you are stronger then they are.
This was very well done.
Kari
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