Some drabble I wrote for episode 13.
King
The lone island stained with white and red
The lion prowled, red flames painting dread
The other dressed in Prussian blue
From his scabbard a sword he drew
Snow fell in a heavy slow dance
Coating sorrow as he raised his lance
Pain struck the boy named the Black Crow
Anger overtook as the memories continued to flow
"You looked up to him as your King once, didn't you!?"
The boy of blue could only stare - he knew it wasn't true
Faded memories of their gilded past
It all went by just too fast
The black bowed to the silvery white
His smile showed that his resolve was alight
The time had come, the barrier was breached
White to red and blue had reached
The final blow unleashed death
Both kings smiled, their final breaths
The lone king returned to his clan
Anger, sorrow and blood on his hand
The clan of silver searched in vain
For the man who once held the world in disdain
The youngest cried, both of white and red
Yet their cries remained unheard
A silent promise was spoken in that dying sun
The time for reunion, in time will come
A distant tribute for the king who had fallen
Although filled with pride, was sorrowful and solemn
Bright burning red filled the skies
The traitor watched, guilt in his dark eyes
The last smiled, his words ringing
"You hear that? You were the best King."