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An Empty Throne - Part 4 of 9
An Empty Heart – Part 4 Their faces bounded, fear and strife For none did want to feign the truth His precious queen of stolen life Now taken, lost among the proof The king he watched through shuttered eye Seen worries drown of tears long traced His heart now falling, stoic sigh Thoughts of all else now erased With flickered glow, the candle drips For in does walk the cherished knight Draining strength to come to grips As well his tears he longs to fight He bows his head in slanted flow Then lifts his eyes to meet the king “I’ve saddened news you need to know, I fear that forth is dark to bring” “Tell me Knight, what sends this pain, draped upon expressions worn?” The blood still trickles, crimson stain Above the royal crest so worn “It is the queen, your majesty the news, your death, an empty throne in poison fueled insanity she feared the worse in what she’d known” The king, now tears did flow his cheek Trembling lips and shaking hands A clench of sleeve, still very week “Find the shaman,” he commands “His magic, shall be ending’s cure with haste now go, as time now past through forest lone enchanted shore and pray a spell he fills to cast.”
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