The Day The King Was Buried Alive Poem by Dan Reynolds

The dread of live interment
had plagued his thoughts for years
His will, laid out the strictest plans
which helped allay his fears.

And just as fate would have it
all these plans came into play,
As sharply in the box, he woke
not knowing if twer night or day.

His instinct quickly took the helm
Legs and fists on lid did pound
Then reason with the darkness dawned
He lay beneath six feet of ground.

“Should sudden death, ” the will had said
“depose him from his throne,
it must be seen, that she, his Queen
would bury with him, a mobile phone.”

And so he groped and grappled
Searching for this sacred loot
until he felt the comforting bulge
within the lining of his suit.

His good Queen’s love was proved at last
Despite their fights and falls.
Then the automated voice expressed,
“You can only receive incoming calls…….”