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Crown For A King
Death enveloped the kingdom before me
Smoke caging the tapestry in dismay
Castles fallen and flags torn
War had broken through its own
Towns and people alike
Burnt to black shrouds
Porcelain castles shied away
From hues of beautiful citrine
For a moment in the wreckage
The clock had stopped
The hourglass had flipped on its head
And time ceased to exist
I thought then the war had won
The crown no longer fit it’s adorner
The crown, whose beautiful gold and green trinkets
Had been warped and scorned into a black mess
That adorner was I
A leader who was once a grand general
But now, with my kingdom in shreds
The leader I had become was left on the field
My surroundings turned to ink
Like words written on a page
My hands, the only object in view
Scared and scabbed by eternal flames
“The king is no longer,” the void said to me
The crown doesn’t fit and her kingdom gone bare
This is it, my time has come, the war had won
As death enveloped the kingdom before me
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Hi. My name is Gabbie. I'm a freshman in high school and a beginning poet. I'm not even sure I can call myself that. I just started writing poetry this year after reading Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet as a novel study early on in the school year, if you don't count Slam as poetry.
Anywho, this piece is about me and how my card game of life has dealt me a horrible hand. Well- I wouldn't call it horrible, I mean I am only 14, and what kind of 14-year-old actually feels horrible, right?
Anyways (again, I really need to stop getting off track), this poem puts my metaphor skills to the test, comparing a dying community with the current circumstances of my situation and how it's affected me.