Twisted Crown -Poetry-

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                          I                                            Wish                                                 the

 

                       Sir                                             in the                                                title

 

                       of all                                        legends                                       that pass

 

                      from the                              dark times in                             their darkest

 

                      Hour where the myth became realities for the inhabitants of the islands

 

                       Above the cruel oceans of despair that wash away the hundred years

 

                         Of wars and spill blood from children that try to escape from the

 

                          Abomination of a sword that cuts the sand pillar and sculptures

 

                            From the roots of the ancient tree of death that lies in a valley

 

                            Of green meadow guarded by the old giant serpent and wolf

 

                             A vile crown cursed for eternity by the action of his owner