The Rise

A Poem by Giovy

A fallen hero fighting to win forgiveness.
A pardoned king, yet dishonored, and almost broken;
Almost ready to desist in his struggles.
A loyal crew standing in his shadow;
Ready to defend or attack whatever be his choice.
A leader trying to regain the trust of his followers;
And yet forgetting to look back.

The loneliness envelops him and almost overwhelms him;
and then a hand upon his back so strong and supportive.
As he turns a warm light shines down,
pushing out the chill of his previous fright.
Upon his eyes a refreshing sight,
as the lines of crowds of friends fill his view.

Now he understands; he can breath and stand tall.
Now he turns and faces the battle ahead;
a hero restored, a king in his rightful place,
the leader, their leader:
and then they charge!