In The Mist Between A Tree

The Boy King

The boy king with the crown upon his head

It rest there whilst the crows flutter in the great beyond

His father gave him this large homestead

But is this the kingdom his old pop found so fond?

Shall he lead a life in shadow, taking the place of his father's thread?

Or shall he have another story, a tale newly dawned?

What shall lie on the shore for this new child king

And those who await his command?

Will some angel guide him under his wing?

Or will the boy succumb to a demon and their plan so grand?

The boy has choices to be made

And a kingdom yet to change

An entire world upon his shoulders just waiting to be weighed

But is this what daddy wanted, for the boy to be estrange?

Regardless of what dad wanted, the boy is now a king

So much pressure onto his youthful mind

Entire armies are ready, with his arm it would take a swing

But hopefully all the power won't drive him to be blind

The boy with the world at his fingers

And his father's crown at his head

May God have mercy on his soul

And protect him from this awful dread