Cut away young prince,
Don't be superflous,
Cut away young king.
Take arrogance and pride as the hilt,
not to show the blade or the tip itself.
The only power the one weilds is not one sided,
it has to be all of you.
Move along young prince,
makes sure your words is as sharperned as you blade does.
Move along young king,
do not yeild that which thoust decree any power of ye.
A power of one gets
to a section of overwhelming odds,
be still thath weild the air into an army of the hilt,
doing so makes you a kingdom of salt.
About the Creator
Worked at a haunted elementary school
I worked as a custodian at an elementary school for about a year. My dad, who had previously worked there, used to tell me stories about the place being haunted. He would come home and excitedly recount the ghost's latest antics, eager to see what it would do next. I always thought he was just being his usual goofy self, spinning interesting tales that may or may not have been true. I had never personally encountered a ghost before or believed they were real, but that all changed during my time at the school.
By spooky session6 days ago in Poets
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