The Old King

There was an Old King who sat on a throne,
in a castle made of crumbling stone.
And the village around it was dying and dead,
with not enough food to make a single loaf of bread.
His reign was long forgotten,
his kingdom turning to dust,
he had no heir for the throne,
so he called for all his guardsmen and cooks,
the maids, the butlers, the keepers of books,
the gardeners, the butchers, and the dentists,
and said,
"Go home! the is nothing left in this dead and dying town,
you won't be able to leave,
if you don't leave now." 
Everyone protested and whined,
but deep down they knew the truth,
the old king was right.
One by one they packed their bags and left,
leaving the old king behind.

TheSilentPoet

VT

16 years old

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