Reliving the Most Unhappy of Fairytales

 

Death falls around him

Like the cloak of night

Striking at his loyalties

Around him

They fall

Leaving him To fight

Alone

In the battlefield of his mind

A king without his men

He mourns them as they give in to the night

And to listen to him speak

Each one has his own story of nobility

Each one missed with heartbreak

And as he recalls each of their stories

He slips further into his own darkness

It is his own shadows that begin to consume him

I fear I will mourn their king next

Reviews

[Dez H.]

Wow, i love this poem. You have a way with words that leave me without words. I am a fan miss lady.