The Tale of the Nameless King...
Death's door made of cyprus.
A cold unevenly colored wood...
These chunks of armor keep falling off...
I can feel each hit...
Hearing your voice calling me whispering my name...
I Love the way you lookat me and smile.
you smile at me andyou stole my heart and soul...
Black clouds form around the sun; Choking the
unnerving rays, as they retreat with immense...
I.
Days become farther and farther away...
Down in the depths of whatever is to believe,
Sat an exiled king shackled and chained to a...
*this is not a poem, this is a short story. This...
Our tale takes us back to a time when pirates...
He was the opposite of the lady i saw
Only his stench and wicked grin...
Though kinda long...pls go thru it
I saw a body on the ground...
I'm back!
My eyes restlessly try to fight...