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Upon the Hill

A Sculpted visage,
A Frozen smile,
Standing still.

A Prosperous city,
A Generous king,
The Epitome of Good will;

A land of Beauty,
A land of Happiness;
All until,

A Heart of stone,
A Cruel hand,
The Embodiment of Evil.

A land of Darkness,
A land of Fear,
The Devil’s Mill.

A Ruined city,
A Dead king.
Yet, upon the hill,

A Sculpted Visage,
A Frozen Smile,
Standing still.

-Arnesh.K

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