The king is away, they said
He may have ruled you then
But all that remains are the ghosts of his words
And the shadows of his smile
And the echoes of his laughter
He collared the hounds
Bridled the horses
Left an untamed animal to rule itself
His speeches seemed convinced
That this kingdom ruled him
He'd give his own blood if only
To quiet the cries of the small peasant child
Starving in the cold
But now he has bigger problems
The king is away, they said
There's no use hoping
Farther shoes called his name
Finer sands twisted his longing
Horrors will fall when the sun
Slips into the grasping arms
Of the ocean
Dark skies await us
As we remain waiting
For the king to return

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