So dark was the sound,
when the crown came down.
A quiver...
A quake...
and the royalty,
it flowed into me.
The poison had come
from his only son,
whose evil had only just begun.
Trust was the king,
and Greed, his offspring.
I've got some royalty in me. Anne Boelyn is a relative of mine. I don't know what that makes me, but...whatever. That's where my inspiration for that poem came from.
journal:
[these words]
[describe me]
[perfectly]
July 23 2005, 15:29:59 UTC 6 years ago
As related to royalty, I say we take over the world! ;)
July 23 2005, 18:43:39 UTC 6 years ago
I'll be the king.
You be the queen.
I'd rather not have it the other way around.
Anonymous
July 24 2005, 02:16:23 UTC 6 years ago
id just like to add that there are so manny basterd children of roilty that it realy dousent matter
thats not to say i dont think we should rise up as the next generation and take over
...yah ok pretend that dident sound retarted
Anonymous
July 24 2005, 02:17:40 UTC 6 years ago
id just like to add that there are so manny basterd children of roilty that it realy dousent matter
thats not to say i dont think we should rise up as the next generation and take over
...yah ok pretend that dident sound retarted
July 24 2005, 02:24:34 UTC 6 years ago