King

it was a dark night
  the king had returned from the battle
  enemies nor the friends would ever know;
  but
  the king was tired.
  it was a dark night

  His head was high
  His eyes were open
  feet firm on the ground
  and dreams intact
  standing alone in his camp
  till his last breathe
  he couldn't be otherwise;
  nobody knew he would fall any time
  dead, that is.

  the king was tired
  it was a dark night.

  then on the horizon
  just before the midnight
  a lovely star shone
  she was looking for the king
  since he was gone

  she smelled no fragrance
  but of her self
  she knew no stories
  but of her love.

  his eyes open but seeing nothing
  king didn't know
  she came running;

  and hugged him .

  who never knew of support
  would never ask for it
  would fall only if dead
  eyes still open.
  his honour in that dark cold night
  was held high.

  not by the kingdoms he built
  not by the glory he had
  not by the army he captained
  nor by the god he thought he was .

  but ,
  by a hug from his little love
  when he just needed support
  but would never hear of it.

  -SD