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Dethroned
Hardship promulgated him to the world, leaving him with no words but a tough choice to make.
His subjects are boycotting his side unwillingly, they are left with no chances.
His family are trying hard to die of the pain in their hearts. but it's cutting deep making them surrender to the injustice.
In public, the crown got replaced and he got erased, but his sweat still traveled on the grounds.
He and his family still walked out of the palace gracefully without turning back.
The new crown stares glinting with every step they bounced out of the palace.
The new crown made life a living hell for his subjects, a man of zero loyalty.
Time became a sloth in the palace with the same breakfast as everyday, collecting harsh blessings of wipes and gifts of starvation.
The grounds were becoming dehydrated and depressed, yearning for their true master.
A war was provoked with the most malevolent kingdom by the new crown with his verbose mouth, causing the ground to weep the tears of blood of its people.
A war that had never escalated from the battle field to the palace, intensified to loosing half of the palace, blood became a work of art on the walls.
The new crown's scent and footprints were not smelled on the battle field by any chance. His family's last words were his name but the last image they saw was their dead bodies.
Suvivers fleeing and going to hiding, wandering in lost and hardship, sleepless nights and flashes of their loss ones making some of them surrender to the next life.
Days have passed and there stood the dethroned shattered with the sight of the palace, rage turning his eyes to a very dark cave. He raised his sword up and roared, followed by the survivors he brought with him, mirroring his action.
The malevolent kingdom startled with what they saw approaching them, an army in small numbers but looking like a pride of lions ready to pounce on their prey.
The grounds bared withnesses to how the lions destroyed the field with victory, a heavy grieve released from their hearts. peace came back to life.
And the king was back.
© Mary Abdullah
His subjects are boycotting his side unwillingly, they are left with no chances.
His family are trying hard to die of the pain in their hearts. but it's cutting deep making them surrender to the injustice.
In public, the crown got replaced and he got erased, but his sweat still traveled on the grounds.
He and his family still walked out of the palace gracefully without turning back.
The new crown stares glinting with every step they bounced out of the palace.
The new crown made life a living hell for his subjects, a man of zero loyalty.
Time became a sloth in the palace with the same breakfast as everyday, collecting harsh blessings of wipes and gifts of starvation.
The grounds were becoming dehydrated and depressed, yearning for their true master.
A war was provoked with the most malevolent kingdom by the new crown with his verbose mouth, causing the ground to weep the tears of blood of its people.
A war that had never escalated from the battle field to the palace, intensified to loosing half of the palace, blood became a work of art on the walls.
The new crown's scent and footprints were not smelled on the battle field by any chance. His family's last words were his name but the last image they saw was their dead bodies.
Suvivers fleeing and going to hiding, wandering in lost and hardship, sleepless nights and flashes of their loss ones making some of them surrender to the next life.
Days have passed and there stood the dethroned shattered with the sight of the palace, rage turning his eyes to a very dark cave. He raised his sword up and roared, followed by the survivors he brought with him, mirroring his action.
The malevolent kingdom startled with what they saw approaching them, an army in small numbers but looking like a pride of lions ready to pounce on their prey.
The grounds bared withnesses to how the lions destroyed the field with victory, a heavy grieve released from their hearts. peace came back to life.
And the king was back.
© Mary Abdullah
