C.M.V.S. von Uthemann
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The Would Be King
Swift as a glorious panther,
Fierce as wounded bear,
Sinking in the silence of moutained vastness.
Ending like a saint asleep in a pit of despair.
Brittle and bent like a bow aglow
In the starless night, moaning so slow.
The best of the brave men's breeding,
Damned, slain, decapitated with a treacherous blow.
A maiden raised his handsome head,
Fondled a vagrant curl of the heedless Dead,
Unleashing young memories of Yesteryears,
Tenderly fingered the frozen face of Adonis on his final bed.
Destiny hastened to meet him ...