The King

Listen to me,

I am the shield.

So heavy, and tainted.

Rust, and scars, from time.

Behind me lies the King,

Asleep; far from this world.

His mind wonders 

Of tomorrow's new colors.

His silent breath 

Whispers me purpose.

As the night; his dreams 


My tired eye rests safely

On the pillow that he shares.

He is the King... and I was too.


- Alejandro Bonfil


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