LONG LIVE THE KING
in the twilight
halfway
in the Underworld
halfway
in the Heavens
the Lady walks
her maidens surround
her
wisps of mist
guarding
she leaves no tracks
not yet
the time is not right
but she searches
pining for the King
the Fair One
the Golden-Haired boy
the muscled man
the wizened druid
and the sword
at dawn, the
courtyard
at noon, the kingdom
at sunset, the
graveyard
he never considers
the ultimate price he
pays
the King is dead
long live the King
