What happens when i'm stuck in a room with no windows.


My Mental Kingdom

23 minutes till freedom,
study hall is so dull,
i feel as if my kingdom,
Has been burned and all.

The peasants in the courtyard,
yelling while under siege,
the gallant knights are dying,
as my mind breaks loose of me.

My fantastic city is falling,
what is there to do,
i blow the horn of calling,
and who should come but you?

Your army right behind,
standing proud and true,
with shoulders back
and heads held high
they wait for orders from you.

you give a savage warcry,
your men follow suit,
next thing i know my kingdom is,
free of all the soot.

I pay my homage to you,
my men bow down and prey,
you simply nod in my direction
and galantly ride away.

I will always remember,
the time my kindom almost fell,
and if it were not for your composure,
the enemy would've won.

So thank you unidentified,
for helping out my mental state,
your entertainment made me last,
those fatal 23 minutes.




Poetry by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-05-12 at 01:15

Tags Kingdoms  Siege  Daydream 

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