The King Crumbles

The Prince of the people

Walks towards me

Sword drawn.

I dare not turn around

For fear of what's coming from behind me.

Malice in his eyes

Burns.

The glowing embers are gone.

Now gasoline fuel fire burns.

How relieved I am,

To love someone

Willing to protect me.

He lifts the sword

And I ready myself to duck behind him,

I've always been one to need

Saving.

The down swing,

And time slows,

And I realize,

There is nothing behind me,

There is only me.

His eyes full of hate

Is not for the monster

About to snatch me from my spot.

But for the monster

Standing in my shoes.

I am sliced through,

And fall away like

Peelings of an apple.

He is covered in apple red blood,

And ascends so high like

A Prince becoming a King.