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Death of a King

The King lies in state.
His armour stands in the hall.
He died very young.
What vile devil killed the King?
Rats are running on the floor.

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Kelly Deschler

February 25, 2024 at 5:03 PM

A most interesting and thought-provoking write... Very well done, Hilda... Even a mear rodent can take a king from his throne...

Hilda Greenhough

February 26, 2024 at 3:20 PM

It could. Thank you for your sweet comment.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

February 21, 2024 at 9:04 PM

There's a haunting mystery in these lines, Hilda. I enjoyed this dramatic work. Evelyn :)

Hilda Greenhough

February 21, 2024 at 10:53 PM

You've made me happy that you like it. The poor king died of the plague.

Bill Baker

February 20, 2024 at 10:07 PM

An engaging Tanka poem with a mystery to solve. I like it, my friend. Smiles ~ Blessings, Bill

Hilda Greenhough

February 21, 2024 at 7:15 AM

Thank you.

Joseph P. DiMino

February 17, 2024 at 12:36 PM

Unfortunately, too many rats on earth. God knows His Good Kings, and cherishes their selfless rule.... They will not go unrewarded in paradise. You really got me thinking with this one. Blessings my friend.

Hilda Greenhough

February 17, 2024 at 1:36 PM

Thank you for your visit. I'm glad it got you thinking. I'm waiting to read your next poem. Blessings.