Crown of Brass
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Expended, air torn asunder,

Crown of Brass

Expended,

air torn asunder,

keen vision,

observing ants.

Mad vagabonds,

sacking cities,

desecrating,

furious delusion.

With bated breath,

we wait,

from mountains,

and in cities.

Mist in the air,

hanging,

fleeting,

all gone.

Disbelief,

expression in stone,

as the tyrant falls,

to the dust.

Petty gold and jewels,

are inadequate,

for this king,

of warriors.

Silver too,

uncharacteristic,

for such a leader,

bold men follow.

Nay, brass,

metal of war,

is the only answer,

for such a funeral.

From the ground,

where the implement,

made its home,

amid dust and rubble.

Melted and reforged,

to honor,

the victory,

so sweet.

Upon his head,

where he fell,

the token is placed,

and the warrior frowns.

Few will know,

the deed this day,

when common man,

struck down a mighty king.

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