But Once to a King

I close my eyes- The darkness sems to sink in. Words are no longer like waves coming in- to me, rather like grass beneath my feet. When my eyes open again to a world of color. Hues of blues, greens, yellows catch in the air. And you stand before me, as if you had never left. As if I will open my arms allowing you back in. Never shall I bow to the weight of stares or the facade you had long built to save your hopeless heart from the unseen cruelty of the world. But you were once a king- I, lion heart. You were once my king, but your pride took you too high. And fell from grace- Left me still too high; dead in the air. Hanging by a thread. I am a lion heart. I do not shudder when the wind blows snow on to my skin frosting flesh. Nor do I liste to the demon's song of false faith. For I, a lion heart, live on without a king to weigh me down. I float down,back to Earh. For the world I know so true, while filled with blood and other dark hues, does brim with life and promise of tomorrow. Farewell, my king, who had fallen so hard. I am leaving here, to give the world what it yearns for. A hero.