4/29/2006
death of a king
the king choked, his eyes wide from shock from the sudden engagement.
kneeling, he struggled to breathe, clutching his throat to plug the hole at his neck,
as blood flowed like a river stream.
he tries to speak, but only came the gurgling of the blood in his mouth.
weakening, the king gradually crumples on the floor on his side and knocks over a cup of yellow honey water.
the masked figure dressed in black approached and took a knee beside the king.
lifting the king's head by the chin, the figure stared into the eyes of the king.
a pair of burning red eyes pierced into the king's soul, painfully.
deftly, the figure delivers successive 3 stabs into the king's chest, drawing more blood and quickly forming a pool around the king's body.
the carpets became sticky and dark red and yellow from the blood & honey water mixture.
by his ear, the figure whispered, 'death claims you, my liege.'
then the figure rosed and walked towards the bedroom door.
almost lifelessly, the king watches as the figure opened the door.
a strong gust of wind entered the room, lifting the curtains up and flickering candle fires, causing shadows to bend against the stone cold walls.
almost certain to leave the death scene, the figure suddenly stopped.
the figure turned, facing the king and a bell jingled.
a hand removed the facial disguise, revealing the identity of the figure.
recognition sparked in the king and he noticed a tiny tear trickled down the figure's face.
the figure's face was a mask of misery & sadness.
then melting into the shadows of light, the figure disappeared.
before life truely left him, the king whispered a name.
a name that he had liked and maybe, at times loved.
then finally, the king took his last breathe and spoke the name once again with a bitter sadness.
fayle....
kneeling, he struggled to breathe, clutching his throat to plug the hole at his neck,
as blood flowed like a river stream.
he tries to speak, but only came the gurgling of the blood in his mouth.
weakening, the king gradually crumples on the floor on his side and knocks over a cup of yellow honey water.
the masked figure dressed in black approached and took a knee beside the king.
lifting the king's head by the chin, the figure stared into the eyes of the king.
a pair of burning red eyes pierced into the king's soul, painfully.
deftly, the figure delivers successive 3 stabs into the king's chest, drawing more blood and quickly forming a pool around the king's body.
the carpets became sticky and dark red and yellow from the blood & honey water mixture.
by his ear, the figure whispered, 'death claims you, my liege.'
then the figure rosed and walked towards the bedroom door.
almost lifelessly, the king watches as the figure opened the door.
a strong gust of wind entered the room, lifting the curtains up and flickering candle fires, causing shadows to bend against the stone cold walls.
almost certain to leave the death scene, the figure suddenly stopped.
the figure turned, facing the king and a bell jingled.
a hand removed the facial disguise, revealing the identity of the figure.
recognition sparked in the king and he noticed a tiny tear trickled down the figure's face.
the figure's face was a mask of misery & sadness.
then melting into the shadows of light, the figure disappeared.
before life truely left him, the king whispered a name.
a name that he had liked and maybe, at times loved.
then finally, the king took his last breathe and spoke the name once again with a bitter sadness.
fayle....
// posted by Unknown @ 4:31 AM 
