The Conjourer

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The Conjourer

I am perfection born of inequity
I am the flame of pride within
I rule my world with an iron sword
I keep inferior men at my feet,
I am the truth that lights my way
I am the secrets that I keep
I hold the keys to the gates of my kingdom
Which reigns in strength and not defeat,
I am te shadows in which I dwell
I am heaven
I am hell
I am embodiment set upon high
Neer to be enslaved
I am the cojourer of thine will

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Mutt99’s Poems (3)

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