Monday, February 15, 2010

Barbarian King

Legends speak of one great King
He was Barbarian, a warrior within
With such might he reigned supreme
But how did it all begin?

It is said that he furiously desired
A small city to conquer, so he could found his tribe
Yet, the city would not fall
What would he do, the mightiest warrior of all?

With the few that followed like brothers
He waged war against all others
One by one they bowed in his presence
But, what of the small city and its essence?

No matter what he did or try
His passage through the walls was always denied
The "Almost" Conqueror of the world could not proceed
Since one city remained, disallowing him to succeed

You see, he mistakenly assumed
That through his conquests, this city he'd consume
But never he could ravage the greatest beauty he had seen
Because there he was born and raised to be a King

4 comments:

  1. Μπράβο, Άθω! Με ταξίδεψες σε πιο επικές χώρες, που όλα, στο μέγεθος που υψώνονται, εξιδανικεύονται και μετά βρίσκουν έναν τρόπο -ως δια μαγείας ή με την αρωγή συνθηκών και αναγκών-επιθυμιών- και σκαλίζουν το υπόλοιπο της μοίρας τους στο μέγεθος που πρέπει...

    Να είσαι καλά, φίλε μου!!

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  2. Ευχαριστώ φίλε Απόστολε. Όπως παλιά, τα σχόλιά σου, μορφή ποίησης

    Καλώς σε βρίσκω!

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  3. ΠΕΡΑΣΑ ΝΑ ΕΥΧΗΘΩ ΚΑΛΟ ΜΗΝΑ ΜΕ ΥΓΕΙΑ ΚΑΙ ΧΑΜΟΓΕΛΑ :))

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