Blaze Of Triumph Poem by Mockingjay Mellark

Blaze Of Triumph

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Going out in a blaze of triumph
The corpse lies still
On the blood soaked hill
The shroud of royal gold is on 'um
Yet he knows not whats wrapped around him
They all went out
Some amidst heroic shouts
They've all moved on
Left swords and honor behind
All that matters now-were they kind
Behavior's reasons are all gone
Tis now time for lit but psalms

Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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