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Mother of Dragons By EDWIN FLORES, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetry2231 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Eight thousand strong now march upon
To war at her command no harm
Will come to her as Dragons breath
Will scorch her foes till nothings left
One sword will add to blood that spills
Across where waits its fill on hills
To place her where she needs to be
Upon the Throne, as Queen is she
Wrath will rain on those opposed
Those vain, thought Kings and all who chose
To sit upon a seat not theirs
To know defeat through wounds they'll bare
and through battles that lie ahead
They shall serve her till nothings left
To win the crown her father wore
Till placed upon her head all swore
Breath of Fire your heart not knows
How much in love ones soul does grow
As death draws near they shall remain
Loyal as love hidden sustains
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Mother of Dragons
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