#WritcoPoemPrompt40
Light the lamps for the king returns,
Victorious and valiant,
In an eternal battle with,
A ten headed enemy with shuttle
Internal glory in agony of pain
Walking in distances shaterr their heads
Never fall but always grow
He is so anger more to surrender
Plunge an arrow despise sorrow
His commander more than any blood kin dies
He lie in arms nothing but hardly alarms
So he hit the heart with sabre
It lit the inspire of empire.

© Stela