The Young King of Old
He was a full filled and redeemed king of the great western wood with its mighty hills and skies, forgiven of his mischief and all his wayward lies.
A past life conquered under his mighty sword that gave him his light and place as a lord.
Though his countenance spoke of dark desires, and terrors that triumph the charts, he bore all the tender kindness and love of the noblest golden hearts.
His smile was a rarity of falling stars from the heavens, his laughter a living memory of joy in its purest essence, yet his power was great, never could it be forgotten; the high and just king that fought himself and won. ?