Dukes
DUKES
Sacrifices offered in secrecy,
Secrets shrouded in darkness,
Fortunes of families
rose and fell accordingly
to birth a recycling;
New dukes born in duchies,
Many dukes reborn,
Old dukes extinct.
In being a holder of a dukedom
legends are born,
Turned into relics
as they pursue glory & wealth,
power and justice;
Yet, these ends up in vanity
despite trying to hoard their power
so they can be worshipped as legends
by their subjects and descendants
But cold skeletons they become,
Emotions withered away as shrubs
until they perish, nothing left inside
but dark soulless desire & ambition
that feels their bleakly world
with doom and gloom.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 10th May, 2020.
Copyright © Victor Immanuel | Year Posted 2020
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