Troubles Of Old Poem by Cody O'Hara

Troubles Of Old



The troubles and squabbles of old
Now of which stories are told

Rent asunder the land
The king made his stand

He met his great foe
The rebel, changer of the status quo

They fought for seasons
Soon no one remembered the reasons

But he met his match
For he died of a scratch

With the king now dead
The rebel took the crown from his head

Yet another king born
Hear the people lament and mourn

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