Ten words: Renee

A chance at Resurrection,

I can walk the kings walk,

Talk the king’s talk,

Think a king’s thoughts,

But this king is Destitute of his queen,

I guess its best he rest his sights on his dream,

And try to anticipate sights unseen,

For when his heart will Overmaster him,

It will bring him to his knees,

Have him begging for the seas,

The treasures he missed out on,

The wording is his plea,

With the Absence of his heart,

And his soul constantly searching,

The Champion you once saw,

Will fall to the ground hurting,

Her love Intoxicated him,

Made his blood boil with a radiant glo,

His words thunder with a stadium flow,

His Ambition was immaculate though,

The way he could sway the crowd,

With an immaculate whoa,

When his love was on the line,

Her mind set was to Repudiate,

That would have sealed his fate

Instead she let the Passion grow,

Now they sit atop their throne’s,

Equivocal to all who know,

The tale of the king of alone