Injury to Insult

Stag’s fallen glory
fused to human bone
That all who fall before me
refuse what once was known
No nomad knows a throne
’til overthrown echoes
overcome the future shown
in yonder days
He wanders ‘cross gaze of judgement
Ponders more ways to fend off encouragement
Squanders praise of those seeing facade
Facile face hides remains charred
Exhausted grace exits veins of the bard

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