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An Empty Throne - Part 3 of 9
An Empty Realm – Part 3 The startled crowd his side did rush As slow upon the ground he fell Seeping blood, a worried hush “Your Majesty” a voice did yell Shoving bodies, pushing through A sentry wrought of silver chain “Find the healer” his command Echoed of this loud exclaim He helped the king to stand his feet An arm in offered steady sure A glance about, he’d not repeat Uncertain moments to endure Towards the castle, cobbled pace Another came, assistance felt And then appeared the healer’s face Before his king, he fell and knelt A weaker state with eyes now glass Consciousness began to seep “Bring him to the castle quick, the wound received near fatal deep” Once within the lighted glare Upon a bed of feathered fill The king was laid, comforted care With prayers of strength and endless will Breath now weak, pulsing slow The healer plied his knowledge true Pressure to the wounded flow Hoping best for what to do When then of listless tethered word Through thoughts of love and soft confide The king he spoke, these words were heard Summons my queen to here my side
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