Draconian Poems - Poems about Draconian

I recognized the Draconian talk that day A knowing without knowing how I knew When the dragons faced me, I looked away I was relieved seconds later, when off they flew...

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When wisdom not often the same thing, the first letter may not be capitalized. Endless *****homini lupus, more than human and dragon clash. Smelling overlord blood feud, taxation penalty redeployed. Create more misery, giant trading subjugating. Free market eliminated, minimal state dead....

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Debacle is not of a noble birth Like debris of steel without a worth A part of life which is so germane And earth remains his prime domain. Debacle is lethal and so uncivil She births grief, melancholy and evil Naught but a part of the plot of the world But often considered as the wrath...

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Am I fated to dwell in this cruel and heartless place where hands writhe like snakes, concealing a face? Is there salvation to be found from those horrid things that dangle grotesque heads from spider web strings? I've searched the most remote corners of my mind for an answer to this atrocity, but not one could I find I long for...

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My will has been broken My spirit devoid Helpless and unhoping I can not avoid Another disappointment This day has brought Leaving me overwhelmingly distraught. Will this feeling ever cease? Can I ever have peace? They say, “Only time will tell” But for now I just want to yell Please ascend me from This Draconian Hell....

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[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope,...

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[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with...

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