BEHOLD!..The King..Traveling
upon his mighty steed
For wandering..both near and far
will satisfy his need

Along the way..a maiden fair,
he thinks he'd like to meet
He hesitates..but smiles at her
then sweeps her off her feet

She too..was only wandering
uncertain..where to go
He says to her..come go with me
that is all she needs to know

They travel on, to distant stars
where..none.. but they..reside
Discover ancient dungeons
with demons..deep inside

Then, come upon the meadows
where,breezes...softly blow
to hold each other..gently
and go..where they may go

She lays the crown upon his head
for truly..he is king
He shakes it off onto the ground
and says he's no such thing

Then, placing purple robes around
presents.. his newborn son
he flings the robes into the air
Not King....for anyone

She saves the crown and robe for him
for he will be back one day
And so he does..now and again
but just to go away

Then, time will pass..so many years
before they meet again
The crown is bent and rusty now
but she polishes it in vain

Then, trees begin to whisper...
"the King is dead"..we hear
The stars begin repeating
and still, she wants him near

Upon his head...she places
one last time..the crown
Removing it..he swiftly
lays it on the ground

As it settles in the dirt
he claims he is no King
Her world is silly fairytales
that never mean a thing

There, she cried an ocean,
an ocean made of tears
for all the favorite stories
she made...in all those years

But, fairytales end happily
that is all she really knows
The crown, she wraps up gently
then out the door she goes

The King died in his palace
quite certain, he was
right
that fairy tales and princes
are never worth the fight

She believes, she still believes
that love will show the way
through the dark and dismal road
and back into the day

Across the mighty desert
emerging into the light
Fairy tales that do come true
remain within her sight

Where love can find another way
to make the dream come true
And re arrange the fairy tale
just so...to fit the two

Another life, another time
The king will come..again
He will sweep her off her feet
and then..but only then

Reclaim his crown, with ease
and sit upon his throne
To realize..eternally..
It is his and his..alone

THE KING IS DEAD..THE KING IS DEAD!
LONG LIVE THE KING!

Heartfelt

Love your style !

thank you....just emotion finding it's words...sometimes easy...sometimes, not so much...sometimes I just don't have enough words and it is not quite right. I have only had time in recent years, to try and am still clumsy. thanks for the encouragement