The Fallen King

Battle after battle He fought time and time again Taking souls as he pleased Ruling proudly from his demesne. He held no love in his heart He relished causing pain Until he came upon the beautiful Anaisa For his deeds he then felt shame. Still somehow she came to love him And birthed for him a little girl In that moment he called for his soldiers To find the brightest of pearls. A gift fit for one of such precious innocence His heart for the first time did beat His wife and kingdom in awe As this was no small feat. The soldiers succeeded And brought to his court The most marvelous of pearls Their journey they were proud to report. On his daughter's 18th birthday He gave her the special gift She hugged him and cried deeply His heart again did shift. His little pearl he always called her And softer his heart did grow Little did he know this would eventually be his downfall For lurking in the shadows was a worthy foe. One night while in their beds they did sleep Came in this villainous shadow And with a quick and sudden strike He landed a vicious blow. The King awoke to screams from his wife He rushed quickly to her aid There he saw his little pearl Lifeless where she laid. He recognized this style of death It was from a man he once had tortured Killing his wife and sparing the man's life To live in misery alone he was ordered. He knew this was payback For all his time of wrong deeds This was finally the karma of planting all those evil seeds. The one, the great, the king of death Tears of tar flowed from his eyes For after all the years He realized he was his own demise. The extended version for the contest I entered. This was 200 words over, but I enjoyed it so decided to publish separately. © Jan 22 time • love • loss Like (3) Comment - Always appreciate honest feedback 2 The Fallen King (Cut Version) No love in his heart He relished causing pain Until he came upon Anaisa For his deeds he then felt shame. Still she came to love him And his heart began to beat Until one night his love was murdered in her sleep And for the first time he felt defeat. He knew this was payback For all his time of wrong deeds This was finally the karma Of planting all those evil seeds. The one, the great, the king of death Tears of tar flowed from his eyes For after all these years He realized he was his own demise.