Exiled King

We used to run on dirty feet
I couldn't let it end;
Up and down the empty street
But never 'round the bend,

For if I stepped a toe outside
The little land we made
The endless world would open wide
And all our kingdoms fade.

He called himself a prince, and me
His loyal lady knight,
And all my dreams would come to be
In daylight, not the night,

I know I swore I'd never change;
For that, I can't atone,
But innocence is out of range
To those who stand alone.

I never gave him my goodbye
But stayed when things got grim,
For he's an exiled king, and I
Still hold the sword for him.

Reviews

[Emrick]

Lovely poem.Nice title and flow of words.

[Janne Varvára Seem]

Thanks ever so much!