Dead At Dawn

With feeble hands the old king blessed his son
The only one whom he prides the strength of his loin
Stylishly smiling at the lad that will one day lead
His loyal courageous strong warriors like a troop

The naked children race round the king’s square
Basking in the euphoria of the celebrations to come
When the serving king finally yields to the ancestors’ call
And the strong tower prince would lead their clarion call

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