The Great King Behing The Walls. Long Poems #1

A great king sat on his throne of stone and gold

Far from harm

Far from darkness

But as he heard the silent crowd

He feared

He hated

As crowds gathered around his castle
He shouted to his troops
They moved to the walls to protect the castle
Rising the walls ever higher

And though no harm could come to the king
Though no man could ever reach him
Though he was surrounded by loyal men and women
He still felt fear

A great king sat on his throne of grief and cold
Bowing to silence
Bowing to darkness
He realized the people he feared weren’t outside the walls
But inside
And the man he hated
And the man he feared
And the man he despised the most
Sat on the throne of stone and gold
With a crown on his head
With troops guarding him

A great king laid by the throne of blood and stone
His blade thrust into his heart
His throat slit by his own royal hands
And so ends the tale of the king
And no more tales came after

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