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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