The mad king was not maddened with anger but with a desire for power. Once he got the power he sought, he locked it up tight to never be let out. Centuries passed and the king was maddened still, until one day the oldest of the young kings found the mad king. The two kings became the best of friends. The mad would stand by the oldest side in whatever battle he would go through. But as all humans do, the oldest breathed their last breath. The mad king had no idea what to do but wait because he knew that the oldest would meet them again until the mad king was gone from their memories.
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poems and short stories
Short Storystories and poems that I came up with at three am
