8 October 2012
He lies there on the ground, A sword clean through his chest, Wondering through pain, If this was another test.
He's led a kingdom bravely, He'd fought alongside men, He had been a ruler, From the youthful age of ten.
And yet something had happened, And everything was cold, And only being twenty, He wasn't very old.
His men still fought around him, Swords clashing in the light, He knew this battle raged on, His men had so much fight.
Blessed, he really was, this king, He'd had a time to live, And knew what he'd experienced, Held so much wilful 'give'.
And now a fallen king, he smiled, His eyes they closed at last, His breath began to wax and wane, And onwards he did pass.
A King's Passing. • Opuss № I