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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