Wind howls past my ears

Like grinding of gears

Eyes filling with tears

Drowning in my fears

Lies in a shrill shriek

As truth slowly leaks

To a running creek

Leaving future bleak 

Blinded by labels 

Ever growing bills

Heroes are fables

Arthur’s round table 

Wind growing stronger 

Noise ever louder

As the warmonger

Heads out to conquer

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