#1
Held in high regard by his peers,
This king the only thing he fears,
Persuaded by the thoughts of others
To take action, or lose it all,
All down his face fall tears.

Himself now desperatly on the run,
The hunt for this murderer has just begun.
He and his supporters gather their troops,
Seventeen leigions strong they march,
Fighting a battle, that cannot be won.

Now surrounded, he thinks aloud
He cannot surrender, he is too proud.
He pulls out his sword,
Thrusts it deep into his chest
His entire life, unbowed.

Defender of a generation.
Murderer of a king.
Last edited by kristjantomasso at Feb 23, 2008,
#2
aaah, i wish you hadn't capitalized every single word. it hurts my mind...

i have a thing against caps, and that mixed with the fact that there is absolutely no punctuation till the third stanza made this impossible for me to read. the caps thing is totally a personal thing, so i don't know if anyone would agree with me. just sayin...

punctuate!
when birds flap their wings do the make believe they're really arms?
#4
Quote by hope's downfall
aaah, i wish you hadn't capitalized every single word. it hurts my mind...

i have a thing against caps, and that mixed with the fact that there is absolutely no punctuation till the third stanza made this impossible for me to read. the caps thing is totally a personal thing, so i don't know if anyone would agree with me. just sayin...

punctuate!



I came in here to say pretty much the same thing.

Do what she said.

Please.

EDIT: Haha^ nevermind.
#6
i agree with them but in the third stanza use somthing more poetic then abdomen it doesnt flow witht he rest
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