Ghostly Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The ghostly tale of war

Hear my ghostly voice, a tale must Now be told, The world has descended into dark, The light has now turned cold. Where a lowly prison cell, has become Home to the common man, We have to fight the unjust few, but Who among us can?

Do we give up hope, and cling to the Robes of defeat? Why do you all just sit in silence, when You should all rise to your feet? If we are to win this war, then let every Man prepare, To forfeit all the things they love, and Do so without care.

So much must now change, now the Dice reveal their face, Our gamble will leave us in high regard, Or leave us in disgrace. Alas the day was won, and the king was Overthrown, Now the free may rule these lands, so tear Apart the throne.

The darkness then recedes, so that the light May be reborn, The lines of battle are etched away, and never To be redrawn.


Submitted: January 22, 2013

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thomasbrady

I'm afraid this was booksie playing havoc? I'll reformat it as soon as I can :)

Wed, January 23rd, 2013 1:47am

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