My Kingdom
I used to play with the wind
Then i used the pen
Now i’m always alive
and i always go for a dive
I used to see my people die
And Feel the fear in my people’s eyes
Would Listen as the bells would ring
Now im king!
Now i won’t release
Then i heard the cries saying give us peace
That is when i discovered that my castles stands
Upon the years of my ancestor’s plans
They will Be my mirror
That why i should care
my sword and shield
My friends and i fighting in a field
For some reason I had to explore
It was a wicked and wild lets do some more
Days and nights are becoming quiet
So i would send my knight
It was always during autumn
When He would figure out the problem
They all were in on the surprise
They set up a festival
Saying i’m acceptable
When we celebrate
I would find a mate
She would desire
The flame I aspire
By: Taytum Norris
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