The Suburban Vagabond

On a search for a better world, finding it in the most unlikely places

Poetry (10/13)

Here is where we lie
The end of all half-truths
The dirt a cold reminder
Water to a fire

This blade was greedy
When youth’s fire bright
Blood red in greedy light
In the wars of gain

This blade is broken
A shattered hilt
Memories of kings
now forgotten thrones

All thrones end
Cold bones hide
From truth and time
In hills of stone

You have prevailed
Keeper of time
All the crooked lines
In you they end

And the thrones broken
No words remain
Feet of clay shattered
Your throne, King unstained


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