Without A King

Gallant,

Overlapping,
Forged armor 

Bread for war

It’s something I must battle for,

Within the fortified castle walls

The archers prepare their bows….

Hide the innocent children and there mothers

Through the mud and murk, warriors march

The air, faint with death

And the birds, they flock across the ocean…..

Thousands of swords gleaming 

Cages hang, bones picked clean from raveness crows 

Sharp edges slash through flesh

Hoofs stamp the dead

Few return to protect the thrown 

King lies dead

Head chopped off and all

A field were once a battle was held

Now covered in a sea of tall grass

His son looks on to reclaim his fathers thrown 

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet
3/29/14

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