Again, I'm not much of a poet, I'll get back to writing stories soon. I wrote this, in fact, in order to inspire myself for an idea I've had lately. A big idea.
Mighty Conqueror,
bold and brave.
You sought the world,
the lives you gave.
No man could stand,
against your wrath.
A formidable foe,
succumbed to an idiopath.
For when you rose,
and stood so tall.
A blow was struck,
that took your all.
I weep for you,
oh land of old.
Three thousand years,
your legend still told.
But tears aren't good,
not in your case.
You heartless beast,
the lives you waste.
You destroyed.
You were destroyed.
As is the irony of the ages.
Sink, behemoth.
Drown, demon.
Sleep; as is your destiny.
bold and brave.
You sought the world,
the lives you gave.
No man could stand,
against your wrath.
A formidable foe,
succumbed to an idiopath.
For when you rose,
and stood so tall.
A blow was struck,
that took your all.
I weep for you,
oh land of old.
Three thousand years,
your legend still told.
But tears aren't good,
not in your case.
You heartless beast,
the lives you waste.
You destroyed.
You were destroyed.
As is the irony of the ages.
Sink, behemoth.
Drown, demon.
Sleep; as is your destiny.
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