Leaving this one for the reader to interpret…
The Followers
“I am the King of the Castle”
He stood atop and felt smug and good
Macbeth, Oblivious to the moving woods
“I am great- I reached the top of the hill!”
Cried Jack as Jill leaned into him
“Look on my works and despair!” Ozymandias sneered
The cracks on his visage beginning to appear…
And Macbeth’s soldiers sang along with him.
The townsmen smiled at Jack. Continue reading
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