Grey eyes probe the depth of a sympathetic soul,
Gentle gaze gives radiance to the stern beauty of his face,
Ebon head held high with pride born of nature's gifts and life's achievements,
Strength rules in this fragile being; determination to see right done his greatest armour.
The monster of legend, but a figment of malicious imagination,
The truth is a man, with the strengths and weaknesses of all his kind,
But a heart strong and true beats within his noble breast,
Never the cruel tyrant depicted in a history written by his enemies.
Rare this one, loved and respected by those who knew him well,
Loyalty earned by a just and selfless soul,
His heart a battlefield for what is right and what is wished,
Loss and sacrifice known too well by this warrior King.
His life a constant struggle to protect that which is his,
A duty forced upon this quiet one; accepted with reluctant strength,
Intelligence and subtle wit deadly weapons in the hands of one so armed,
People, country, crown, and life; all held so dear by one with love aplenty to bestow.
A crown bought with the blood of his kin; so precious to one for whom family is all,
The family of blood, of land, and country,
And he at it's head, a place he never wished to be,
But undertaken in his usual way, with all that was his to give of himself.
Quiet, gentle, witty, and wise,
A man among men, but king to soon; and for a time too short,
A battle lost, a country damned; and history ignorant of what it has missed,
Loving king, gentle warrior, loyal servant, and best beloved friend.
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Illusions Of A Soul
PoetryThe Poems Herein Contain My Heart. Sharing my poems is a somewhat uncomfortable experience. They mean so much to me. I hope you enjoy them too. Some of my poems can also be found on DeviantArt.
