The King Of Death Poem by Tim Vallie

The King Of Death



The old forgotten King
Reduced to naught but bones
Long gone his signet ring
Long gone his golden throne
His war crown yet resides
Upon his ancient, rotten head
To war this King does yet still ride
Before his Army of the Dead
The forgotten King long laid to rest
Yet he never was he gone
His rusted armor still on his chest
His army marches on
Behind their king of ancient bones
Now risen from the grave
To unseat men from on their thrones
With his army of risen slaves
The King from 'neath the crypt
Rides forth once again
With an ancient iron grip
Returned to mortal plain
The risen King returned
He who even conquered hell
Dwells in lands the Gods once burned
Where only the dead may dwell
The old forgotten King
Of lands that now are dead
Long gone his signet ring
Gone the sacred vows he said
He rests upon a throne of bone
And waits for his God to call
He sits and waits dead like a stone
Waits to bring Death to us all

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is another poem that is written about a character within the fantasy series of stories I'm working on.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shahzia Batool 17 May 2013

@ poet's notes: you take care of the paraphernalia ofthe topic you discuss, i think that's the solidreasonof your art of poetic characterization...good! ! !

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Tim Vallie

Tim Vallie

Duluth Minnesota
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