The Wooden King

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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.

9 comments on “The Wooden King

  1. savedking says:

    I am inspired

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  2. krysiakorsak says:

    Delightful and threatening…all at once! 🙂 awesome…

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  3. Matthias says:

    Love this

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  4. sheldonk2014 says:

    You do know you can read this backwards and it still works
    How cool is that
    Sheldon

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  5. Nice work. 🙂 & true, like sheldon2014 obseved, reading it backwards makes it more interesting. More anticipating. 🙂

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  6. “sprout blood red leaves” – thinking of the green man in autumn

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