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Chantal Lammerts


And there stands the king


And there stands the king,

Ones there was a king,
Who’d always start to sing,
And there he stood, that king,
The father of everything.

And that king got a son,
Who was happy if he won,
But sometimes, that dreadful son,
Lost, and ruined all the fun.

That son grew powerful and strong,
And did never sing his father’s song,
Awfully cruel, but oh so strong,
While he knew he was ever so wrong,

A body as strong as fire, a heart as cold as ice,
There was nobody out there who thought he was wise,
But somebody out there could break that hard ice,
But even he knew, that good things always have a price.

That price he wasn’t willing to pay,
And he wouldn’t have allowed to say,
That that price, he could impossible pay,
And his life turned sad and grey.

Turning down the one for whom he cared,
And never wanted to learn how others shared,
And about others he never cared,
Just saw how frightened they all stared.

And now alone he stands,
Without no trees, no plants,
And still alone he stands,
The king with empty hands.



hope you liked it, we had to read poems today at school and one inspired me... got a test week now, wish me luck! : D

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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