Crown
The crown slipped from his head
a servant came and told me, your lord is dead
I am not willing to take the crown
as I bow to him and kneel down
I will protect the throne till another greater comes
stronger then the night child I am
for I am not worthy to next rule
as I am the dark kind and rather too cool
Would it matter if I spoke in algebraic sentences
made all around me fold as if a bad dream
as the assasin that took him
did I bring to sweet justice
No I wait for the one
the one that will better me
and to that one of light and glory
the crown of my king will I crown
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris
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