In the eternal darkness, alone,
On throne that is bloody, on bones,
Of heroes his power once won,
He just sits - around are scrolls,
Whilom the kingdom had slaves,
Brothers and hundreds of foes,
An army and you weren't brave -
Today you forgotten by gods!
The bones nourish your solid,
Forever you're merged with a throne,
The only thing have you - a pride,
And needless retention of crown,
Your fallen and demonic crown!
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=445277
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 25.08.2013
автор: Nicolas Wargen