He is bound
His fate is known
Those veins pump
With the red raging blood
Of his ancestors
Who made
One
Mistake
And now it is his turn
To show who he is
And prove that his race
Is truly blessed
Equally among the others
Standing alone
He is saddened
He knows
That he must do
But he does not know
If he has the heart
To do it
He shivers
His wavy brown hair
Flying in his face
Bright blue eyes
Turning dark
Reflecting
The pain and anguish
He feels inside
His face remains
Hardened
Chiseled face hidden
Behind a brown beard
Cut short
And not full
In his hand he holds
A sword
Long and shining
Full of lust
It reflects the light
And he knows he is
Not worthy
As he stares at the crown
So simple it is
But it holds a power
Beyond reason
The fear returns
Until he gently closes his eyes
And summons the courage
It will take to rule
His kingdom
And he sees his life
And he wants to cry
But he holds true
And slowly takes the crown
And places it upon his head
And suddenly he feels whole
And he closes his eyes
And absorbs himself
In the moment
And the moments before
And then he
smiles