The King: Cold & Alone

Frail and lonely
in his golden years,
his children
leave him be.
See, he chose
his heart a long
time ago, and
it lay with flesh,
not blood. His
love had order,
and his heirs
were below;
now his sad state
is alone.
He chose a
girl’s heart over
his own flesh
and blood,
but she is gone.
Now the king
rests at his throne,
shiv’ring ‘midst July
sun. Alone, he
has given up
his son.

© Blake Leitch July 6, 2012

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