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Ghost Story
Time was it when father captained the army,
He led the troop thousands of miles behind the shores.
They combat and conquered,
They captured and destroyed.
Valour was his second name,
Every man envied and turned to green eyed monsters.
Time was it when father led the war,
His footsteps were terror to the unknown.
Ships sailed to his command,
Enemy's throat and vein fed his swords
His spears never run out of vitamins,
Every scabbard has it own story.
Time was when father was recognised by the Duke,
He was gifted a cannon by His Majesty.
He trained the boys who grew too fast,
He groomed the men who grew too slow.
Finally at the demonstration of the artillery gun on wheels,
He blew up right beside me.
© omega*3
He led the troop thousands of miles behind the shores.
They combat and conquered,
They captured and destroyed.
Valour was his second name,
Every man envied and turned to green eyed monsters.
Time was it when father led the war,
His footsteps were terror to the unknown.
Ships sailed to his command,
Enemy's throat and vein fed his swords
His spears never run out of vitamins,
Every scabbard has it own story.
Time was when father was recognised by the Duke,
He was gifted a cannon by His Majesty.
He trained the boys who grew too fast,
He groomed the men who grew too slow.
Finally at the demonstration of the artillery gun on wheels,
He blew up right beside me.
© omega*3
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