scattered among the ramshackle graveyard
of rotting wood & broken stone
of angels eroding into demons
here between the sacred & profane
those dusty knights were slain
rode out of the wasteland and into death
for the smile of woman they never even saw
for the whisper of soft & silken drawers
dropped in the capitol beyond their ken
but still they marched & fought & died
these the King's loyal men
1 comment:
So true
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