A proud King stands in front of his people
They mock him from his back
He hears the snickers for he is not like them
But he cares not this is duty
Even if their words dying his soul
~
Life and limb he'll give
Until his final passing breath
Giving everything to save his kingdom
Yet it comes to nothing
He can hear his people in their mocking tones
~
Body laid out and wasted but still alive
Trapped in his throne room
While his kingdom crumbles
He crawls trying to get outside
Not knowing what he'll find
~
Bones broken and spirit crushed
He pushes out the door looking
There is nothing left for him to protect
Everything burnt to ash
He closes his eyes to rest content at last
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Josephine Mason
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