An Empty Throne Part 7 of 9
An empty stairway – part 7
The king now nary cast a breath
In weakened state and fallen frown
Within his mind a door to death
An empty stairway heading down
The healer sent a worried look
A nervous sweat upon his brow
No words so clear his opened book
“Great Shaman, please do something now”
The sorcerer seemed un-amused
A glance upon the poison’s urn
And sensed that something had infused
Yon windows, orange glow did burn
The sun had fallen in the west
Barely but a light did shine
Running out, this challenged quest
Clinging tight to borrowed time
The shaman, to his nose, inhale
then raised his hand, now all was clear
His potion short, yet not to fail
required now a king’s sad tear
The monarch sighed, eyes drew back
Pale his skin was white as snow
Minutes move as seconds track
The setting sun was ever low
“We need a tear drop from his pain,
complete this antidote on trial”
The wizard spoke in dark refrain
“To place within this waiting vial”
The king, his pulse did disappear
So limp his body now it fell
When then one glistened streaming tear
The token needed for this spell
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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