In a land of lakes in ancient times
A legendary beast that fears nothing
Wings spread and in our minds
No one could beat it, it was the king.
Throughout history, it has changed names.
From Caesar to Khan to Alexander
All proud fighters who want to win the game
Power and blood to be a great leader.
This terrible animal tastes so bland
Catching up with history in every kingdom
But one day or another, you'll have to understand,
That being intelligent does not equal wisdom.
That the souls in pain that wander in our memories
And the useless breeze that gives us hope.
They make us walk so as not to be on our knees
To form a single name and wake up.
What do we hear on the horizon? Death
For gold and power, the dragon's breath.
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Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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Oh I absolutely loved this! Fantastic poem!