It was that era
The time of destruction
Lead, fired, executed
By a single man
A knight of the night
A warrior in black cloak
One who has broken free
From the shackles of mortality
Simple yet dangerous
It was that era
When the single man
Watched and laughed
At the brilliant chaos
Right before his eyes
Luminous street lamps
A million heads in view
Armoured tanks and bomb shells
An entrance and barricades
Assuming their partial,interim places
Fearless and dauntless
The soldiers would match
To the death or to live again
For camelot or for what’s not
Fight, they must
Defying all odds
And even the grim reaper’s
I honestly don’t know if this title fits the description. I wrote this sometime ago and here I am sharing it with you guys.
Poetry is beautiful, I tell you. Don’t scroll past this. Enjoy!
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Poetry is indeed beautiful and this one is great. 😉 Loved the feeling as I read through. My kind of drama. haha
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Thanks dear.
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Enjoyed . . . To the fullest.
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Aww, thank you.
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Winks winks.
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This is an example of the multi-faceted type of poem that is layers deep…there is so much between the lines that is left to the reader’s imagination…it is so evocative and beautiful…thanks for sharing 🙂
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You just have a way of making me smile. Thank you so much.
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I’m glad…and, you’re welcome 🙂
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☺
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Yayyy….she’s back
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Haha. Thanks for going through this hun.
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Nice piece
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Thanks sis.
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