An Un Fortunate King

An Un fortunate King

I am an unfortunate King in my wars
Triumphs always reached my enemy’s hands
My sword failed to fetch the fruits of victories and 
It made wounds in my hands and in my body
My shield forgot to save me from the daggers and
It added burden at my back when i was tired
The arrows from my bow failed to reach my target and
They went to kill my own soldiers too
My crown and my rule in my land
Kept me still not as a king but as a stranger
When will I swear and when will I marry
The girl of lucky and fortunate fairy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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July 8, 2009 at 12:18 AM
Poor litle dude @.@ he was indeed unlucky; the way he describes himself reminds me of some sort of high-ranked government official that is in there because of external influences or something else that's not related in anyway with political ability and he knows it @.@ wow, thanks for the experience=D
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