Iain Prior

The King

The king awoke from his slumber,
And yawned hiss sleep through happiness under,
To begin the new day like the last,
Alike the days previously past,
Viewing his kingdom from tower on high,
Centred in blissful gardens he sighed,
Beyond these walls one day he must fly,
For fear of his fate of living a lie,
His soul in the balance with unholy alliance,

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