-it came before time insisted
the sudden age of the crown,
resting on youths shoulders-
the blood,common streaks
on his head slowly froze
sitting on the throne made
with bones and a rose
the stars dimmed and strings
cut
grey was this time of pain
and the constant hunt
but a younger soul, bare
of the kings darkest stare
looked at the crown
and saw something else there
he looked at all laid ruin
the screams lining the castle halls
the tears watering the fear
the hope,like a brittle leaf as it falls
but bright as this doomed hero might be,
his light quickly eaten by the claws of
power
hate
toxic love
so the story ends
our hero,another grave lines the air
the throne is warm of mockery
the king whispers:
"let them dare"
YOU ARE READING
Audeamus
Poetry21st Century Secret Writing Society The Modern Muses ~ Modern Musings and Contemporary Writing Challenges of a group of internet friends ~ "Let Us Dare"
