The man in the iron mask
Gedicht
Who is this man,that walks our streets.
Who is this man,
that fights wars and,
feels his own hearbeat,
in the sword that he holds.
His city is on fire,
riots, that make the streets unsafe.
Now he has to make choices,
so his people maintain,
to live without fear.
He is a young king,
a foolish one perhaps,
but he is a true king.
The only problem is,
that he doesnt want,
to be a good king.
Hís allies will soon,
become his worst nightmare,
as they want to betray him,
and take away what is considered,
to be his own legacy.
The young king did not know,
that far beneath, in the dungeons,
that there lies a secret,
that has been hidden for many years.
It is his own blood,
it is his twin brother,
who hides,
behind his iron mask.
He will soon come back,
into his life to make him,
prisoner of his iron mask.
Cause he wants payback and revenge,
cause he has been suffering for many years.
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Written by Chantal FrankenOver dit gedicht
Poem written about the movie The man in the iron mask.Ingestuurd door:chantal franken op 2010-10-23
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