The war has finally closed
And my last bow is in view
I stand back pace my time
It will all be over soon.
I place my sword on the bench
And my armour at my side
It's almost time for closing
Almost time to say goodbye.
I walk towards my throne
With its glimmer and shine
The Last remains of the family I left behind
I place my crown upon my head
And hold back the urge to quit.
The music starts to errupt
In a sound matched to none
My son is smiling broadly
His coronation day has come.
As I take my crown from my head and place it upon his
His smile hits much harder then any fist
He gives me a weary breath as he sits upon his throne
My son is now king
And the world is not prepared for what he has in store.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of The Red King
Puisi"Our Former King Harold Dawson recites his time as king through poetry" The Red King is a "children's" poetry book taking place inside the world of Hellbent following the tales of Harold Dawson and his past.
