His arm feels
particularly numb today.
He was involved in an epic battle.
His Kingdom needed defending,
an enemy was advancing
the people needed their King.
The battlefield lay strewn,
empty with the disbelievers,
who doubted,
the royal leader would
defend all honor.
There were pools
blood left out on that hilltop,
that by all accounts,
the ground was too thick
hard to walk walk across.
Their King went out to find their flag,
he knelt down and kissed his enemy.
He released the built up hatred
left on both sides,
they were going to need to start over
without all the bloodshed.
Death had been sent away
without its most coveted prize,
at least for now.
With what’s left
the battle up on Faith Moore Hill
has long been since forgotten.
There are no more Kings
to come save the day.
