A Prince of Kings
Letters of blue,
background of gray.
A forlorn hue,
a fading day.
Memories made,
memories lost.
Characters built,
companions cost.
Childhood gone,
in body for sure.
Maturity's con,
age's allure.
Innocence left,
but strength remains.
Oh world behold,
my kingdom reigns.
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