Sunday, June 28, 2009
PeaceMaker
Walking in velvet purple
Fingers joint in prayer
He walks to his throne.
"Now that I'm the heir,
Peace will prevail alone"
He yeilded his sword,
Incribed by blacksmiths with doves
Threw it on the floor,
Together with his love.
Injustice plagued the city,
People tortured by war.
Blood, corpses, tears
His kingdom's an eyesore.
His heart was captured
By his enemy's girl,
One heartless king,
Throws his kingdom in a whirl.
He walked into enemy territory
Determined to make peace.
He bought two doves, gifts,
To, his future father in law, appease.
Through the gates, he reverently stride,
In hand, a veiled cage, two doves hide.
The king before him, he grows a smile
Reaching out, he removes the veil.
The two doves were fighting.
