The King
It is I, said the mighty king.
Raise your hands if there be another one,
another king that is willing to die
in the place of his holy bride.
My eyes are set in stone
against those who held the rose.
I know who to charge with my queen’s death.
I am king over all the land.
You told me so.
You chose me and placed the crown upon my head.
I went to battle in your stead,
risk my life, and for you bled.
But my bride you have hated more
as sure as her love is true.
Her eyes with grace have beheld your spite
and with kindness has borne your slights.
You who swore a holy oath
to always keep the faith.
Have raised your hand against her soul
to murder her in your hearts.
Since you have turned against me sore
I will waste all of your kind.
I who loved you with all my soul.
I turn against you with my sword.
I will labor for your death,
your ruin, and to your house an end.
My bride she shall live on
despite your evils and your wrongs.
She shall stand again
to rule over truer loves.
She shall be another’s queen
and will not be cast down again.
But you who have raised bloody hands
will never stand.
Lost in your hades you shall remain.
But your king I am again
with my wife your holy queen.
You’ll raise your hands no more against me
nor the beauty of my queen.
I again am willing to die for my people
minus the five.
Five lost souls who rose against the throne,
rose up to take hold,
take hold of her kingdom with their gold.
My eyes are set forever against the stone.
Ever watching for the wrong.
Against those who held the rose
and caused my queen such mortal pain.
Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014
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