He ran from his home
Into the cold, into the night into the rain
Abandoning his place by his fathers throne
His fathers palace was majestic
His fathers love abundant
For heir and servant alike
Leaving the warmth of a thousand candles
And the comfort of loves embrace
To feed on tears and sweet poisons.
It was fear that drove him to run
For the sounds of war drums
could be heard from his chamber
Closer and closer everyday
Feelings of iniquity consumed him
It was a time to fight, a time to stand
However he could barely crawl
The darkness was pure
No moon, and dead stars
The rain stung like arrows
Not like it mattered, the cold left him numb.
Collapsing from the exhaustion
Face first in the mud.
Hearing his fathers search party
he took refuge in the mire.
But he was discovered
Fright and shame gripped his soul
“get back. stay away” he cried
He left his lord in a time of war
Crime, treason, worthy of death
And he knew it
Lighting struck and thunder rolled
As the powerful king step off his mighty steed
“Come on my son” said the king
He then picked up his son
And wrapped his son in his cloak
And with tears frozen on both their cheeks
They returned to the fortress
And months latter they stood
And with his fathers hand on his shoulder
They stood clad in blood stained purple garments
On a triumphant battlefield
Fall 2006
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