A Rivers Path
and a fate of a king
The river splashed against the large stone,
Worn and beaten from years of attrition
The king held his crown with premonition
Watching from cliffs above the rivers flow
He hoped the rocks would continue to hold
Alone in his keep, with nowhere to go
The emperor knew what was to come next
Once the stones broke, it would be a king’s neck
The raging river began to turn red
Below the king’s throne, inside a steeple
Calls from his men, “Retreat!” had to be said
When the last attempts soon became feeble
Endless men choosing to die in his stead
The large stone here of course was his people
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Jeffrey Sparks
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