Daily poem #3


Hast thee

lost thy senses!

Cease before the king!

Indifference to the noblest crown

is punishable by a swift beheading.



I cannot!

for in stopping

I would create peril

for both this noble kingdom

and all who dwell in peace.


For a dragon follows my path

its maws are razor sharp

teeth like massive greatswords

his anger volcanic

I fear



Laughing, the guard did not budge

his loyalty swayed by none

save the kings judgement.

To this day

his bones




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