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An Empty Throne - Part 2 of 9
An Empty Kingdom The news did spread, a kingdom’s will For sorrow placed its shadowed hand ‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill As heart break took a firm command The skies, a darkened clouded stain As children wept in mother’s fold Now lost amidst a dismal rain This hour of sadness frigid cold How could it be, their precious queen Had fallen to a woeful stead A tethered seed, nightmarish deem Her majesty this day is dead The knight, of shining armor might Her lifeless body cradled deep Staring straight to heaven’s light Then bowed his head, began to weep He raised her body ever strong Carried her through chambered door An empty hallway wide as long Depleted by this mournful chore The villagers of forlorn feel Gathered in the dampened street The plight of loss in full reveal Disconsolate of death’s defeat When then upon horizon’s glare A silhouette of staggered steed Towards the kingdoms stricken stare In slow methodic steps proceed This figure slumped of saddle ride And weary strains of wistful yearns Through gates of iron, wandered stride A shout rings out, “Our king returns”
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