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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bow the great dragons, unto the mighty, Ruler under heaven. The divine master's iron heel, lies upon the Serpents neck. For brilliance illusion a golden throne shines, Blinding those whom refuse to see the truth. The trail leading unto the river of blood, Streaming across a ruined country side. Striking powers scepter against angers, Weakest point his own peoples innocent Beliefs. How did this tyrant usurper create such, Beauty with arrogance strangle hold?? A rampaging tiger tightly grappling, All ends of a concord nation. Tarring it's inner seams until it bleeds, Internally leaving it unable to breathe. Push wide the ancient gates, and behold, The forbidden city of crimson red. Sky pillars an archway, holding seemingly, Up the very heaven's themselves. In awed amazement beneath the great steps Of China towards Beijing’s southern most edge. Lies a glittering palace, of opulence greedy design. Honor bound at royal bidding's commend, Living china dolls, porcelain ladies of finest Quality, his majesty’s playthings. Green emerald eyes, flash enticing mortals, To venture beyond safety's threshold. Meet certain doom for those whom, Trifled between temptations desire to satisfy, Lusts insatiable thirsts. Or honors sacred trust between master and servant. The lion guards his holy temple ready to strike, With sharp talons drawn. Drinking the blood of his vanquished enemies. But falls unto shame as blackness vail descends Casting his dark soul unto the four winds of Destiny. Even in deaths wake, split by thunder, and Lightning’s mighty quake. Doesn't the poised hood cobra lie in wait To protect this his sacred garden, In the land of the rising sun. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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