and days went by
and nights came in
the dawn was shy
the winds broke in
and life was great
and king was nice
but cruel fate
revealed her lies
and hands were soft
and sword was bright
no mere thought
no morning light
and days went by
and night came in
he gave a cry
and smashed was dream
Execution of the dream
© Copyright: Helen Parker, 2004
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