The Exiled King Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Gentle he went into that night
Beneath the raging red light
Beneath the dimmed red sky
White a hair and awaiting to die.

The good ol' king of Scotland in exile
Banished afar to the Pharos Isle
And in refuge he takes pleasure
Lord Malcolm baths in leisure.

Leisure of company, leisure of beer
Leisure of men, he baths in tears
Of distant home washed ashore
A thousand places with a hundred doors.

Many ashore to the exiled king
Many bottles in his name ring.