Fires Fuel

The first thing I wrote -_-'

One day a tyrant king sent his justly son away to the woods to play,

To the woods he had planed and set the men and his death that day,

The king, strong and fearless, had won his kingdom by might and steel,

So surprised he when the son came back with sword sheath and shield,

Their words were few their voices loud the years between them too long,

When they attacked each other the servants, vassals ran from the throng,

The battle was fierce between father and son non could see the end,

And as they clashed and clanked fire rose from the curtness and bent,

For such the hate between father and son that the battle did not sway,

Whilst the fire consumed the fighters and castle no one dared to stay,

In the morn the fire did die but what did happen to the father and son,

Did they too fade away, one triumph over another, was their battle done,

The only thing found that day was the throne sliced by the sword,

and on that sword the crown, adorned.

Author's Note

Have at it, that is if you wish.