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The billowing winds will circle adrift,
Sail caught and casting forwards the ship.
A melancholic king turned captain, waiting on his own,
Friends of foreign land and time returning to their home.
The excitement of the purest face he dared to dream of seeing,
His shining eyes and blinding smile, an iridescent being.
The eternal kings and queens of Gold, an unexpecting poet,
Raise the king upon their shoulders when he feels his lowest.
Children of the land returned, the white stag’s will be done.
Carved out a hole of heartened rock, enclosure just for one.
His memories buried deep inside that strengthened rocky hole
Speaking of the king who left, the boy who owned his soul.
Entwined souls, opposing forces, crossing blades across the ship
Racing through the misty sea to reach the island's lip.
Dreading the almighty power running through the sand
Grip the other tightly, or risk losing their hand.
Stay together, soul in soul, their intertwined connection
Pushing east the boundless ship stays true to its direction.
A younger sister stares in sorrow, waiting for the end.
A brother in denial breathes, his fate he tries to bend.
Sitting on the beach, the stars, they shine above two kings.
Dip their feet in crystal waters, both their hearts will sing.>
Away the crewmates mingle, one repairs another’s hem.
They talk about the future, utter words meant just for them
Fingers locked between them, hidden by the shadowed light.
Dreading of the day when he’d be pulled away from sight.
Manipulate the higher powers, presence always crucial
All attempts to stay together ending all but futile.
The memories carved must always stay all locked up in the hole.
The owner of his spirit forced to leave behind his soul.
The lion rips the two apart, with power all too strong
He separates the kings at last, the feeling solely wrong.
They beg they cry they scream they bleed they ask for him to stay
But all internal, respect for the lion slowly starts to fade.
A prison of darkened walls burns through, a blanket covered sky.
The brother, sister, poet, all washed up and left to dry.