HE WALKED ALONE
The well of death came calling,
And all but one plunged deep,
The nights long and weary,
Now ended with years of sleep.
He opened his eyes, the light was blinding,
He looked around, on a world changing
Stood up tall with the shodow behind him,
He was young, undefeated, and not ashamed.
The ride was long, he rode alone
With the vowls that tied him,
And proved to the world,
He was a King that would united them
His creeds and deeds led a path of glory,
Free to make choises, he ran to the light,
Ran all days, ran all nights.
They spoke his name as ages passed by,
He heard them, heard each one,
He knew he would not fail,
They lost him once, he always won.
His name was echoed in his fate,
The chose to call him
Alexander the Great.
KARL WALLACE
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