The old king sat in his aged wooden thrown, alone but alive
Now he was sad and lonely, instead of full of life
His army deserted him in the early hours of yestur-year
The desire for conquest had left the king, t'was no longer there..
He walked the old barracks now and then looking among the flowers
Focusing on the little things, not his walls and towers
He'd found a new lease of life, one others didn't approve of
But this king cared not for the cry of war...more the clouds up above..
He smiled alone and tearful on the balcony as he examined the sky
Nothing left to distract him now.. apart from an urge to fly
This king had never wanted more than he needed in his life
He had everything, yet only felt the value when he lost his wife..
At that time his beard had grown and his stomach showed
And when it came to aesthetic thought's the king became bored
"What more do I need than water to hand and earth underfoot?"
"And why are the men around me so concerned about loot?"
Then it hit him, like a storm on the distant horizon
His soldiers had the soul's of human's and not of a lion
They weren't bothered about being peaceful and content
Their bodies were well armoured but their honour was spent.
Someday later an army came home, led by the second in charge
They called out the king, and to the castle, began their march
The king stood on the battlement's with a large wide grin
The men that came to conquer had little hope to win..
The king had won before the fight, for peace had graced his heart
The soldiers broke down the gate and began their evil start
Pushing and burning they tore through the halls
As the king mildly sighed, and placed his hand on the wall
Once the soldiers reached the royal holds deep inside
They saw the king standing, refusing to hide
One brave knight stepped forward and whipped out his sword
The king stepped towards him and bowed like a lord..
"You may strike me down and take this castle my lad"
But there's more to life, and I fear you've been had
Because soon you'll see the beauty around
Hopefully, before your 6ft underground.."
The soldier paused, but thrusted his sword forward
It struck the king who's breathing now faltered
Yet as the man watched his victim fall, he wept
In respect and regret, backwards the knight stepped
The king had passed on and found tranquillity
As the soldiers around him felt hate and self pity
Maybe one day they'd make the same discovery
That content might just be..what you allow it to be..
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