Literature
A Challenge to the Lonely King?
You write in verses, old, lamenting
Scribed upon pages yellowed like aged skin
How venerable you have become!
Yet, lost in your archaic tomes,
You seem to have forgotten...
We heroes never die!
Perhaps our cloaks of ink and shadows
Have fooled your primeval eyes?
Bemoan not, dear King
For we masters of the word,
Have prepared for your burning vengeance!
Our hands bear calluses
Pens wielded as valiant swords!
Skin scarred with written mistakes
Fingers blackened from pages smeared...
For you,
Ourselves we have changed
You dare call us fragile?
We have stained our souls, dark...
Bleeding the ink in which we write.
So be assured
We have p