A King's Penance
Don't you see what you'll be?
What is possible
Set you free.
When doubt runs the game
The days are the same
Fix on a worry
Pass off the blame.
Can't you see what king you are?
Stepped from your kingdom
Once too far.
When the crow flies by night
You're lost in your way
You sell off your crown
With the things that you say.
What you'll be is gone
Writing in stone.
What you'll be is gone
When day is done.
Copyright © Evan Wilcox | Year Posted 2015
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