Cookies of darkness: oneshots

Cry a moat - a semi poem

They said many things about the king, the king who built their walls

They said his grief was like a ghost that roams the halls

A demon he could not slay nor tame.

They said it was like a flicker of insanity,

The prince gone

And a broken crown left behind.

Nothing more to say.

He was grand once,

His two bare hands lifting stone against the roaring seas and storms.

A new hope for all without doubt.

If we cried in joy we could've made a river

To fill the moat for our loving king.

There was news of a child among the people,

A prince under the king had been born overnight.

His beautiful red eyes shone like the sapphire in the mines cradled in the loving hands of the earth.

They smiled up at the king,

Eager to walk hand in hand into the storm,

But he turned his cheek

To his people

For they mattered more?

The prince was strong,

Mighty even,

As the years went by.

A will as hard as the edge of the sword and a mind just as sharp had been honed.

The king was proud,

Even when the price stumbles.

"For our people we fight," he would say

But the prince wondered.

If these people are so important,

Why isn't

He

Worth

Fighting for

Too?

The prince tried to prove himself

To the people

And his king.

To wield a sword that can change the tides of any battle,

To bring any enemy to their knees.

But the sword whispered to him of things he had never heard,

A reason to fight for himself.

Power.

And the prince

Fell

From

Grace.

And the king?

He cried a river to fill the moat and closed the drawbridge to his heart.

Grief was met with hardened stone,

Love drowned in apathy.

He still fought for his people,

And his son never knew why.

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I wrote this in my bathtub in my notes app late at night. This was stupidly hard to format.