The Prisoner
The prisoner
Neath the sword of Damocles
the vassal lays supine
gazing up at bitter fate
an endless space of time
threadbare death above him
Hades there below
sacrificial fodder
carrion for the crow
echoing inside his head
he hears the gavel fall
liberty and truth betrayed
injustice for us all
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