Posted December 25, 2013 I figured I should get this idea down before it left my head and coalesce it into a poem. Nothing special just musing of my mind. feel free to let me know what you think. A Priceless Poison A cobra sits atop my head It commands the world It demands respect My people sang my name inspired They thought I was their true desire Gold would rise from the ground at my behest And armies would surrender at the sound of my breath But the veil of bliss dies tomorrow They saw my truth and wept for sorrow A hellish man had conquered the world Holy men await my death So rightfully I stab my chest I see my world razed with fire As I sink into my lonely pyre May Hell take mercy on my wronged black soul "I did it for my people!" I cry Forevermore A cobra sits atop my head It commands the world It demands respect I was the Great and Mighty King Share this post Link to post
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