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The Warrior and the baby King

I haven’t written poetry since Primary School. Whilst I was in the car listening to Radio 4 (yes, I’m that old, and the R1 DJ are, to be honest, thick as shit) they were talking about ‘stuff’ and poetry came up.

Then I got to thinking as I was driving and boom, the rather rhymey example you see below was born. It’s five minutes of writing. Might see if I can do better, but I have 101 other projects to do first 🙂

Upon a shattered castle wall, a warrior stands,
a baby he cradles in bloodied hands,
a city in ruins is all that they can view,
of survivors, he knows there are but a few,
‘Well my little king, the conquest is done,
And of rulers there can be only one’
He throws the baby over the wall,
It falls with but a feeble call,
He grasps a circlet of gold, the young king’s crown,
‘Long live the King’ his people cry
As he lowers it to rest over a frown

About mattsylvester

Father of two beautiful daughters and married to the beautiful Karen, Matthew has been reading and writing fantasy and science fiction since he first read the Hobbit at the age of 7.


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