The crown awaits its ruler
Rocks standing as knights
Stoned in time
Safeguarding the empty kingdom
Against enemies, revolt or rebellion
Bound by oaths and pledges of sovereignty and unity.
The crown awaits earnestly
The sun has dwindled, simmering its glory
Waiting for it’s patronizing king
The green path forlorn, forgotten
Waiting in despondency
For its benefactor to arrive
And wear the crown of crowns
Meanwhile everything’s paused
With drooping eyes and waited breath
Written for:- Sue Vincent’s photo prompt : dance #Writephoto
I like the sense of breath being held before something begins…
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Yeah the beginning of a new era under the crowned king 😊
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🙂
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❤❤❤
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Thank you 😊
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