The Last King

Only Anguish Seen

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Movement: 
	Like the drifting withered leaf, 
	Crumpled and dry as it sweeps 
	Down the tree’s limb in agony.

Scorched: 
	Like a ship sinking into the never ending sea: 
	A tomb sunken twenty leagues deep. 
	Silent, not a whisper seen. 
	Her corpses: rotted flesh is her ecstasy.

Falling: 
	Like the leaf of the tree, 
	Without a sound, no one can see 
	The light escapes between the scene. 
	Only anguish for this last reigning king.

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