I'm two days late but ignore that
Anyway it's a poem today because I felt poetic yesterday and also I'm lazy
It's a bit of a stretch for the prompt but most of my thingies are so yeah

I really like writing about the Red King he's pretty great

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They say he ruled the world once, but now
His cloak is tattered,
His bastion fallen,
His hands forever stained
With the blood they spilled.
He fell in the arid dusk,
And the snow melted
To water the first sprouts of spring.
His banner, they burned
His crown, they tarnished
And left him a wanderer
In the golden dunes he couldn't rule,
Waiting for when
The sand blows away
In winter's storm once again.