The King's Meadow

Subject: The King's Meadow Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:55 pm

... Random poem. Mostly inspired by music, the other bit inspired by the fact I had to do some kind of homework.

The nostalgic feeling, this is my home
I did what was right instead of what I was told
We frolicked and played, no rules to hone
To leave this place is to take all my might
To give the darkness and take the light
To steal the joy and hand over the fright

The King's Meadow, this is my home
They took me away, not to return
My life was a nightmare, my memories churned
The night worst of all, is finding the King, face down, down below
A puddle of blood growing on the floor

Images flash, they feel just like poison
Stinging my eyes, I was bound to cry
My father was dead, I had nowhere to go
All I knew is that I'd never return

Now here I am, in the King's Meadow
Dad, I see him, we lie on the sodden
No more worries, my life is gone
I'm with my family, in the King's Meadow

Dad, he says he'd sad, but still glad I'm here with him
No longer an eternity alone
Whilst we were in the King's Meadow

The final rays of sun beat down as my life began to fade
I would finally be back, with with the King, in the King's Meadow.