Once I Was A King
Once I was a king. Now I am no more than a breath of air. Once I was a ruler, now it is all faded. Once I felt the weight of a sword, now, here in this lonely place, I am no longer wanted. Once I was a king, ruler of a clear north. Once I was king of many lands, once I was a king. Once I was a ruler, taker of the land. Once I was a boy, but now my memories desert me.
Once I was in a war, I saw my own brother almost die. Once I conquered evil and the grave, but now, my own life is wearing thin. Once I was a warrior, strong and powerful, but that is of the past.
Once I was a King.
Once I was The Magnificent.
Once I lived a life that no one else understands.
Once I was King Peter the Magnificent.
Once I could send the legions to flight.
Now my life is in the balance, my blood is in the hands of an executor. Now a sword is held to my throat. I hear them, screaming out in pain, in terror, in fear of loosing a brother...loosing a friend. I listen, and for a moment, their screams fade, like they did when my brother was stabbed. Now, I understand. As my throat is cut and my heart pounds, I feel cold. My life is fading, slowly but surely. I drop to the ground when the sharp blade of a sword pierces my heart.
As the scenery changes, I see golden fur, and I hear the deepest voice that is so familiar to me.
"Welcome home, my son."
A smile split my face and I breathed in, slowly and deeply. Oh, the air smelled new and clean. When I get up, I am met by fauns, centaurs, and satyrs. As I survey the scene, I breathe in the air again, and I knew. I was home.