Song For the Hero-King. by EpicWolfOfDarkness, literature
Literature
Song For the Hero-King.
He sits wearily upon the throne,
His bones thin and aged,
His thinning blue hair streaked with silver.
He knows that, in a while
(But not a long one),
A few years at most,
His reign will be over,
His time done.
Creased lines furrow his withered face,
His skin loose and pale.
But his eyes have not changed.
They sparkle with the same
Youthful, energetic innocence as before.
Looking into them, you would find
Memories from a distant childhood,
Some joyful, and
Some that still trouble his mind.
In those shining azure eyes, you would see
A loving husband,
A caring father,
A powerful monarch,
And, perhaps, the mark of future generations.
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