A Kings Death And A Legends Birth Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The crown is laid aside,
A kingdom feels the quiet.
The King, a legend wide,
Has reached his final, silent.

No fanfare now, no grand display,
A secret kept for time to hold.
The cause, in shadows, tucked away,
A story waiting to unfold.

But whispers tell a tale so stark,
Of burdens heavy, choices made.
A life that burned too bright, too dark,
By inner storms, too long waylaid.

The songs will echo, still so clear,
His spirit lives in melody.
But peace he sought, now drawing near,
From life's intense, sad decree.