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The Man Who Would be King

by Tony Whitaker


He was a knight in shining armor
Who rode a valiant steed
And all the ladies loved him
Their hearts for him did bleed.

Standing at the ready
His head held high with pride
His meer presence held men steady
As into battle they would ride.

For this was no mere mortal,
The one they called the Prince
Presented a predestined portal
None needed to be convinced.

He sat upon his mighty mount
Ready for all his foes did bring
All knew they could always count
Upon the man who would be king.

He led them into battle
And he gave a mighty shout
All the swords did rattle
This shall be a rousing rout.

The prince meted a mighty blow
Someone fell dead from his horse
And because he fell this first brave foe
Tonight a lady would feel remorse.

As he turned to face another
He felt a sharp pain in his side
And stunned, he stared, the eyes of his brother
From his horse he did slowly slide.

Now as this mighty warrior
Lie dying upon the ground
He knew this night new bells would ring
For the man who would be king.

12/16/2006

Posted on 12/16/2006
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 12/17/06 at 10:35 AM

Great ending, Tony! You always have to keep your eye on those backstabbing younger brothers. ;)

Posted by Alisa Js on 12/18/06 at 10:51 PM

wow...talk about double cross .. and from one you would never expect... sad but true .. aloha..

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