The king on his throne
looked onto the flower thrown at his feet
It was crumpled
Left to rot
Wilting
The king ignored it
Day in and day out
But every time
His mind wandered back
To the crumpled flower at his feet.
A beauty in disguise.
A rose.
All the flower needed
Was the water, the sun, And some love
And soon the flower began to Bloom
The king cried
For he missed the wilted rose
A sign of his love and power
The Queen took the rose
Jealous of the attention it had received
And threw it at his feet,
Demanding his attention
But the king could only stare
At the flower at his feet.
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