He paces the floors
in thrones of wars
crested upon
behind hierarchy doors
he knows he must leave
his army tours
caressing his sword of honor
fighting the grips
of his father
forces lead
to exit this path
messagers signal a wrath
embedded in warpath
he slithers to escape
the looming bloodbath
he rides the distant journey
clinging to his royal fury
his loyal heart
is not buried
chanting with an iron voice
beckoning what is the cost
of what he has lost
he knows he has fought
for her secret heart
in the prison she was caught
she's swallowed by dread
hanging by a thread
within the Mecca's lights
appears her shining knight
is here
to bring her back
in his arms tonight
©morningsun
M