Conquerors Poems - Poems about Conquerors

In this land of if only, I'd only have myself to reckon with no real or imaginary people to fight with or have a tiff In a world of seize and conquer I would feel no loss I'd ride the ocean winds like an ancient Albatross In a world of make believe I'd be Queen...

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To the winner, the medal never full glory... To the conqueror, the spoils never hearts and souls...! Winners and Conquerors, they are human...not olympics , nor August ...! they will never be Gods!...

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...To prove his point he even opened his shirt, laid bare his sternum so our blades could stab, but we were all frozen by what we’d heard, the worlds just sounded so utterly mad. He believed he was possessed by Genghis Khan? And that the ghost had trapped him in his brain? That the Khan had committed all his great crimes… I’d...

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...“You know that I didn’t start out this way, and this life I have never desired, I just wanted to discover the past, to my mind no calling was higher… “Until the day I found that cursed tomb, we were so thrilled to see what was inside, how could we, or anybody have known, that withing Genghis Khan’s soul had survived. “I was...

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...Not many people could unite such a force, it was Williamson who was the lynch-pin, if he could be killed they all would splinter, amongst the horde civil wars would begin. This, it appeared, was the best option left, even if it meant many more would perish, less would die than if the Khan kept going, his genocides I could not let...

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...Khan Williamson, for his troops called him that now, split his forces and swarmed in from the west, million of Uighurs joined him for revenge, and all in his path could quickly attest That if you surrendered to his great horde he’d let you live, and even keep your wife, but you had to join him, or he’d let loose, he’d take...

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I write this down not knowing what to think, or how to make sense of what I went through, my name is Blake Jones, I was S.A.S., and everything that I write here is true. This tale tells how we killed Khan Williamson, the tyrant who nearly conquered the earth, an archaeologist looking for a tomb, who came out dealing in conquest...

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Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes They could never in any great haste their false glory dare to forsake. Why abandon that gleam in their eyes for truth in those sad tomorrows? Dwell not in that bitter splendor A victor with a yellow wreath. In pride hide being a lying pretender never giving up what fate bequeath! Restless spirits from vanquished foes can not invade that...

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I look forward into the light with a new hope Knowing the darkness behind with which I had to cope Seeing the war of fear which we always fought Learning the lessons of faith with which you taught With you by my side I shall never fall In the end love always conquerors all Shadows of pain tried to take you...

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