King Solomon
He was not a man, and nor was he a king.
King Solomon was not a man
And nor was he a king
His foot did not first tread Terrak
But somewhere unheard of and unseen
They can never remember well, that place
His place of origin
He had no soul, but had a face
That no one ever sees
Hidden behind a scarf
Walking blind was he
Treading not alone, but in the dark
The foreign Majesty
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No one will understand
These words spoken of this king
See it, She has made a stand
Against the Story Unheard of and Unseen
Sweet grandfather had three souls
Made to live within his body vast of race
The Be All, End All, See All
He disappears without a trace
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King Solomon was not a man
And nor was he a king
His foot did not first tread Terrak
But somewhere unheard of and unseen
About the Creator
Francesca Pisciotta
I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'
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