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A Song for my Love

Rajeev Singh Naruka 2017A7PS0010P

Long long ago, when the winters reigned,
Sand was ice and breathes were mist,
Lived a king, tall and brave,
Unknown love and the moonlight tryst.
Time was frozen and his world stood in abyss
But the night then spread, from woods to the old towns
Darkest and coldest, the old lords had ever seen.
Corn-silk froze and flew as the winds howled
Hearths were cold and wolves growled.
The King was not ready for the storm to come
A thousand fires, but the keep was no warm.
The King loved a lowborn and the reason was suffice
Rebellion was set with the roll of a dice.
The bravest fighters in the three kingdoms,
Bought with the silvers and the stories they spun,
Rebels marched onto the keep of the Royals.
Few brave loyals marched with their king,
A pride of lions to fight the wolves.
They marched in glory, no fear in their eyes
The end they knew; heads were held high.
The great battle of the Keep, the old master says
Lasted twenty-one nights and twenty-one days.
The King was defeated and chained in the darkest dungeon.
His love remembered their tryst lying lifeless with eyes wide open
The King never drank a drop of water all along,
For a week he sang the beautiest of all songs,
For his warm love in the coldest of nights.
He smiled and cried, a sorry sight.
And then the dungeon made no sound.
For the years and years to come around.
The rebel king could never live in the castle Red,
Stones were cold and the blazing wood sung the same song,
His kingdom failed and his health went wrong.
The Old One says, The King still sings in the high halls,
The keep waits for his love before it falls.

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