All we have suffered,
Everything we lost,
Everything like lovers,
Always came at cost.
For souls there is a bounty,
And tax placed on our hearts,
Pursued across a county,
Poets used for parts.
There’s a mountain still
Where dormant dragons wait,
To rise again in epic verse
Unbridled by our Fate.
Love it. ❤️
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Ah thank you! ☺️
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