I watched Lord of the Rings tonight
It's the story of the golden age
An age of knights and of castles
Not our golden age, not our knights,
Not our castles, not our legends
Instead there are orcs, no Kings of CamelotIt's true, the age of orcs and knights
In Lord of the Rings,
Is not our earth's golden age
But it's a picture of what ours was
Glory, victory, knights, and bravery
Monsters, enemies, kings of oldWhen people think of this
Of the golden ages,
They always think of
glory, castles, and kings
They forget to remember
That kings become kings through war
Kingdoms are born from bloodshed
The snarling, monstrous orcs
Those orcs represent the enemies' knights
Knights that were men
Knights that were real men
Men with real lives
With real families
With real stories they wished to live to tellThere were swords and glory
In the Golden Age, yes
But there was also
The death of good knights
Good men
Good sons
Yes, the Golden ages were glorious
But let's not forget
That they were only glorious
Because we only heard the stories
Of the kings who lived to tell their tales
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Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...