The King| Short Story

Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy

He sat on an elevated chair

Screaming at his subjects

Feed me

Alas the king was a child

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths

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