The Fourth King Poem by Antonio Liao

the thrown that out smarted
our expectation, a kingdom that cleanse
suffering of ignorance
that beneath the knowledge of Truth
stand the echo of every
shadow of hope

oh! birth right
let me lend your thrown
and be the guiding star of the night;
the dark that reside
each night in the wisdom of time

my shadow move so fast and the light
hold me so tie
never my feet surrender of sweat
yet the hands whisper to say
come follow me

the last calls me back
and my moment have started just right
now ... you're the King of
Surrender


"a poem dedicated to the last and forwarding
King of this century...the I"