The March

May 29, 2010
By hannahdabeast SILVER, Tampa, Florida
hannahdabeast SILVER, Tampa, Florida
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In your ivory tower
You stand there all alone
You've built a dozen castles
But you've never built a home
You can't see how to get to me
You can't open your gates
You can not stand to grab me
But you cannot stand to wait
So I've gotten the largest army
In the whole entire land
I'm marching on your tower
To seize the prize: my man
Your plaster walls are crumbling
Your iron gate is gone
Dust falls from your ceiling
But my army marches on
We torched the wooden stakes outside
We ruined the tapestries
And in your throne room I found you
You were fallen on your knees
I stood above you, waiting
For your eyes to come to mine
And when they did, satisfied
And drunk from all your wine,
I raised my sword of might and truth
And broke your silly throne.
And since you couldn't sit and rule
You couldn't be alone
I took your hand
And then you smiled
A smile oh-so-dear
And I leaned over to you
And whispered soft
So only you could hear
"I love you, king, I love you
But it's time that you came home
I've been waiting for so long
That you surely cannot know
You need me yes, you need me
And sweet, I need you too"
You looked at me and nodded
And I knew just what to do
I lifted your arm amongst the cheers
And we filed out the door
And as we left we set fire
To every wall and every floor
And on the hill we turned around
And watched your kingdom burn
I saw you smile, your hand in mine
You never even turned

The author's comments:
It's kind of a story, and it's kind of a piece about loving somebody that has trouble loving you back, and going and showing them how to love you the way you need them to.

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on Feb. 19 2011 at 7:58 pm
the_sparrow SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss

Again, beautiful. Nice rhythm and rhyme

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