The forest encroached the castle.
The worm ate a murdered vassal.
The vultures started a hassle
Upon the corpse of the king.
The poet had nothing to hail.
The serpent had bitten its tail.
The skull willed its grin to unveil.
The harper took harp to unstring.
And nothing was left to recover
The queen lying dead near her lover,
The glove thrown down, and the glover
All are now the prey of the dust.
But Earth was once doomed to keep turning
And all reservations concerning
The social contract keep burning
To kill is the way to adjust.
The forest encroached the castle
© Copyright: Павел Арещенко, 2022
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