The Warrior King
He is not coming back
to my dreams
anymore
left in the morning
disappeared in the mist
leaving behind
a horseshoe
and the wind
got lost forever
into mountains
where the wolves
and the ambushmakers
never sleep
just kill
warrior king
Gjergj Kastriot
burning on stranger crosses
for stranger
gods...
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