Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The King is Dead

The King is Dead

Just a shaky second, friend
Let's set the record straight
To stop the buzzing in my head
There's too much on my plate

The king is finally dead
In his place a common born
He died in his royal bed
With no gold to adorn

His throne perched on a shaky branch
He lived life on the edge
Each time he took a chance
It was others lives he pledged

He lies now cold and grey
His armor is rusted red
He'll be buried in the clay
A pine coffin for his bed
copyright12/27/10Terry Sutherland

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