

A Poem about a kingThe King of ColdA Poem about a king
His heart was cold. His Desire dark. From good he was born. Tainted by that which he vowed to destroy. From sea to sea he fought the scourge. His pride. His prejudice. Were his gift and undoing. With Pious light as his guide. Walked into darkness. Darkness took hold. Vowed to never let go. Drunk from Power and Hatred. Destroyed his father's crown. Became the king he was meant to be. Obtained the throne, through deception.