The
dark lord stood
At
the castle top to look
The
marching of the people
In
a united and peaceful flow
The
various races
No
creed and religion to beat
The
people marched for various reasons
He
knew what there were
He
closed his eyes
He
hoped they would go away
The
corrupted baggage he carried
There
was no way he could forget
The
lights on the open field
The
colourful night to be seen
The
dark lord stood
Now
joined by his troops
“It's
our own people
We
can't do as what we did
We
made our mistakes
There
is no way we would win”
The
time in his life
He
knew he would lose the game
The
power struggle with the people
He
has to pack and flee..
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