Swords clashed against
one another outside
and the king,
far from a
warrior, covered his
ears and pleaded
for it all
to go away,
just go away.
It did not.
His army was
strong, but falling,
perhaps due to
lack of clear
leader.
This king, he
did not enjoy
war. He never
had declared it;
only sent his
men out in
defense.
Outside the village
roared, “Down with
the king. Down with
the thrown, the
crown, the palace.”
To the air
he whispered, “My
queen, what am
I supposed to
do?”
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Queen & King
PoetryA short story in verse about an almost-queen who runs away before the wedding, and a king left in a land that's falling apart.
