Category : Poems

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From the crystal mountains you sit,
But on your throne a cry you emit,
Glorious and brave,
Why do you scream from your cave?

The weak come seeking your worries,
But they come to find after their hurries,
Glorious and unsave
You have fled from your cave.

The weak fear and cry for you,
Trying to find you through a clue,
Glorious and brave,
The weak now seek to save.