A King and His Love
mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
where memories stood lost and unbeknown
as if in vain he died alone
a King perhaps
a fortress gone
of evil trials
and death begot
O' majesty
reining glory
of centuries held
in fading stories
and you the one
who played the part
a brilliant display
your deceitful heart
and now alone
a bird of song
floating endless
above the dawn
calling memories
etched of gold
burning endless
of words untold
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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