Hero

Once you soared up high in blue
skies you reined supreme.
Brought low by the sling weilded by
our David, our King.
With eyes glistening and a murderous
air the missile entered you,
punctured the sinew to extinguish the life
that made you breath.
I left you then, my liege I fled
your army of death and darkness.
The black tainted my soul
and stained my essence.
The air lost it's slave when it
drew the battlegrounds with us,
you lost your limbs my liege
when you could only move
one square forwards.
Kharma is cruel, it holds us
all in it's cold grasp. It
never forgot.
And neither did I.
My king cannot walk, his crown
is gone his piece is toppled.
His blood splatters the floor and
his wings lie askew,
the bright blonde plumage darkened
a breast struggling to rise.
Mind alive in a broken body,
waiting for death to
kiss him goodnight and
give him wings of eternal flight.