poem

Reign

Horns are blowing
People in dead zone
There comes a king
To take over the throne

Along came the loyal
To protect the royal
In the bloodshed
They choose to embroil

Then the sword
kills there friends
Either will die
At others hand

Only one shall win
Only one shall rise
Only one shall achieve
The victorious skies

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