The Warrior King
He is not coming back
to my dreams
anymore
left in the morning
disappeared in the mist
leaving behind
a horseshoe
and the wind
got lost forever
into mountains
where the wolves
and the ambushmakers
never sleep
just kill
warrior king
Gjergj Kastriot
burning on stranger crosses
for stranger
gods...
Copyright © Dino Spahillari | Year Posted 2012
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