The King<\/p>\n
The clock was somber on that placid day
\nThe clock encumbered with a burden that lay
\nThe bell had tolled…
\nPrecision had foretold that it was, old<\/p>\n
The man awoke, despite his hold on that one bitter fold;
\nThat day, in May was very cold, as much as his most precious gold
\nHe weakly whimpered in his bed, another day of doleful dread
\nHe said it thrice deep in his head, “another day of doleful dread”
\nThe silk, the best did find, he paid it not an ounce of mind
\nThe crumpled pillow near his leg, did sing, “you are not dead, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 not yet, \u00a0 \u00a0 not yet.”
\nHe head a snicker at the door, and stumbled quickly to the floor
\nThe snicker was again, once more, and he lay sprawled upon the floor.
\nHis eyes lit up, those fearful orbs of black and white,
\nHad flickered to and fro, and left and right.
\nHe wondered, his mind had floundered…
\n“Could I put up a decent fight?” He thought, “I might!”
\nHe took a dagger from his bed, and bound it tightly with a thread
\nHis hand was wise in combat arts, but way too weak, with withered parts.
\nThe door then opened just a crack, a shadow seeped through, looking black.
\nHe quickly dashed away to hide, while his assailant came inside.
\n <\/p>\n
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