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Golden Army
The sunset is beautiful thing About it sonnet they can sing But this sunset is of ancient king And his eerie persona changes everything The golden army he would create But to disappear long before Christ was born was his fate The armies’ power was great And the king governed large estate The world war two came Germans would kill and maim The partisans would fight back just the same Destroying German supply was their aim In modern times under pines there is old unmarked grave Of a lost partisan that fought so brave And who his life for freedom gave For brighter day and future for his children to save If at war time golden army was alive In those difficult days it would thrive And very quickly occupiers away it would drive Being more ferocious than hornets invading bee hive Looking at the grave underneath pine and poplar in which wind would sing The mother of lost soldier hears of ancient king She would give anything To see her son alive her heart would sing Under the light of full moon Singing white roses sorrowful tune Wearing long clothes that make her look like a goon She crosses the forest street to grave where lays her son the tribune The ancient king would use math To create genetic soldiers that would unleash their wrath To destroy enemies who with him were on war path It was combination of higher consciousness, genetics, magic and math That what made his power so sublime Is that he was master of time He would use special enzyme To generate his soldiers that did not fear the very time But king died long ago Before his army against his foes would go For mother of the partisan it was a sad thing to know Remembering it later as she stood by the grave through rain and snow She learned about this secret during the war If than she could have than bring the golden army to the war It would be bizarre Ending to the war Somewhere in pine forest before the grave woman is sitting For her lost son she is weeping She is seen by someone who tries to recreate experiment of the king But for her son is too late to do anything
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