The King

Once was a king of his own life...

Always thrived to be a perfect,

Though, the path leading to his perfect world was so rife.

His fate was rude.

His fate was mean...

Always made him kneel down or swim.. through the flow of obstacles along the ravine...

But, the daring King was never down,

I am born to protect and to fight...

Then be it his adored Princess or his beloved Queen.

He never let anyone take the heat.

Until, one fateful day when the stretcher came.

And took both of his lifelines

And thus ended his battle game.

Ultimately, he was made to feel down

He was made to kneel.

The Sword of his fearless attitude was worn out

And his wound was beyond heal...

When his lifelines were crushed under the wheels

His little world was upturned over with a sting

Was it an honor for a drunken driver to vanquish a King...??