He Lost Her Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

He subdued kingdoms that went beyond the boundaries of war for everlasting time.

Camelot was her eyes of unidentified torture that the Knights of the Round Table secured.

Dueling for her honor his kingdom perished in the silence of the night as she rode swiftly.

His valiant tributes to her unworthy love trapped him beyond the walls of life.

The battle for supremacy ignited when she derailed the ships of England for a night of passion.

Her seductive nights were ransomed for bodies carried by the sea of jealousy for his Queen.

He sanctioned her nights with treasures of his delicacies and the amplest of her time was abandoned.

The war of her love escalated to the isles of no return as the Trojan horse was prepared.

With her name on his lips his castle of fortitude collapsed in her ordination of love left behind.

In his chambers of grief he gave a command to destroy her memories with arrows of destructions.

Her night brigade of love in his courts sealed his heart of pain; he lost her without the conquest of kingdoms.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 13,2017