Ravens

The sword was dragged along his neck in a swift movement �" you could get a glimpse of blood running down his collarbone and staining the king’s white shirt.

For his dignity was now spoiled in front of his people, he spoke to the Heavens in a quiet voice -

for his voice could change the course of the wind, his queen awoke from her long sleep to his whispers �" she would wait for the sun to set and meet him beside the graves -

no child had been born to be crowned king, as she wasted her youth below the ground, only three days after her wedding day.

The king was to be executed, but a child was to be born somewhere in the kingdom, with his blood running through her veins.

The blade cut through his skin; the blood flooded the ground around his knees.

He had been born to be king, and still the throne room would sit dusted until another man claimed the crown for himself

and made his young maid queen.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar mistakes.