Relic of the Past 1: Poem
Note: I do realize this is a horrid poem. I wrote it some years ago and I've gotten better. This is a s**t poem so forgive me but it might give you some insight on how I was feeling at that moment in time. This poem was only to express a certain affliction of the mind I was going through.
"The Curse of Kings"
Curse Of Kings
Hammer Smash Rings
Battle Brings
The Master Kings
I Can Feel The Upcoming Battles
My Armor Rattles
As The Horn Blares
My Hatred Flares
See The Fear
In A Young Man's Eyes
Watching Him While He Dies
Thrusting My Spear Into Their Hearts
I Can't Tell Them Apart
The Reaper Weeps
As Blood Seeps
Into The Earth
This Is The Birth
Of His Reign
There Shall Be Great Pain
This Is The Master's Game
They're All The Same
There Is To Be A Revelation
I Will Stop This Devastation
The Speech Full Of Lies
His Evil Eyes
I'll Make Him Pay For All The Hurt
He Will Rot In The Dirt
I'll Show Him His Own Pain
I Will End His Reign
Hammer Smash Rings
Battle Brings
The Master Kings
I Can Feel The Upcoming Battles
My Armor Rattles
As The Horn Blares
My Hatred Flares
See The Fear
In A Young Man's Eyes
Watching Him While He Dies
Thrusting My Spear Into Their Hearts
I Can't Tell Them Apart
The Reaper Weeps
As Blood Seeps
Into The Earth
This Is The Birth
Of His Reign
There Shall Be Great Pain
This Is The Master's Game
They're All The Same
There Is To Be A Revelation
I Will Stop This Devastation
The Speech Full Of Lies
His Evil Eyes
I'll Make Him Pay For All The Hurt
He Will Rot In The Dirt
I'll Show Him His Own Pain
I Will End His Reign
