FATHER AND SON

Moonlight fell on his shining amour,

Giving the silver a gentle glow,

Far away, waited his father,

Pride in his eyes, sweat on his brow.

His father, the king, had got the news,

His son, the prince, had won the war,

But not many in this kingdom knew,

Bleeding to death was the shining star.

The amour was losing it's glow,

As the blood from his wounds began to flow,

And, the mightiest sword of the war,

Lay in the hands of this shining star.

Far away, with the king, stood two ladies,

One the queen, and the other her son's love,

On this bright moonlit night they stood like fairies,

Proud was their stature, heads held high above.

Closing his bloodshot eyes, he saw a face,

The face of his successor, his only child,

Forgetting the pain, he wanted to pace,

So, he climbed upon his horse, which ran into the wild.

The innocent child was fast asleep,

Ignorant of the courage he had caused,

His father riding fast in the woods deep,

Knowing, he had no time for a pause.

The body of the prince was not found,

About this the king was told,

The news of the victory went around,

Yet, the expressions of all were cold.

Alas! He reached the huge gates,

But, to his dismay they were closed,

He realized that he was too late,

Tears welled up in his eyes as the wind blowed.

The proud father inside held his head high,

A smile for the victory, a tear for his son,

The brave father outside let out a sigh,

A smile for the victory, a tear for his son.