A boy dies, a King is born

Born in the wilderness of a cruel and chaotic world,
therefore, raised to be quiet and take it all in.
A strong paladin with a soft heart,
enters the void and slays the demons.

The boy dies, a King is born.
Fear is forgotten, doubt has vanished.
Malevolence, greed and fear are gone,
a strong man is a dangerous man.

Dignity lies inside him, yet he feeds it - if he must.
Resilience solidifies his being, he is unbeatable.
He follows his fortune if he must; he kills.
He is a king, a poet, a lover - a beast.

Mike Tragas
2021/04/30
Sweden, Stockholm

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