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Crown of moss upon an oaken head,
Streaks of starlight woven in a thread.
Darkness engulfs his city of thieves,
Soon he too shall bear blood red leaves.
Like an age old elm tree, roots he shall sprout,
Turned into a mighty tree preserved even from drought.
The Wooden King shall pay for his ghastly sins,
For in the end Karma always wins.
Northern Nevermore 
I am inspired
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Delightful and threatening…all at once! 🙂 awesome…
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Love this
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You do know you can read this backwards and it still works
How cool is that
Sheldon
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I didn’t even notice that.
That makes this so much cooler.
Thank you!
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Nice work. 🙂 & true, like sheldon2014 obseved, reading it backwards makes it more interesting. More anticipating. 🙂
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“sprout blood red leaves” – thinking of the green man in autumn
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