THE RANT OF THE KING

Posted on by Benjamin Thomas

Although the sword of the king rang cold with fury,

it wore the warm carmine blood of his enemy.

His heart thumped, was proud like his weapon,

at the behest of his own revenge. Beating his chest aloud,

he exclaimed, I am victor o’er my adversary and the

grave! Who shall come against me? I have the fortitude of

a hundred men! I would have learnt to love black days like bright

ones. Who dare stand against me in the day of battle? My feet hath

trampled the wicked. My arm hath stricken the feeble

warrior at his doorstep. My eye has seen the fields ripe

with the blood of the challenger. I have inhaled the breath

of the assailant and exhaled in mighty triumph! I am slave to no army,

ha! As the king spoke, a random arrow struck him in the heart.

Benjamin Thomas

18 thoughts on “THE RANT OF THE KING”

  2. I’m glad you found Mister Linky, Benjamin, and joined us with this exciting Prosery piece. The opening is a perfect hook, which drew me in, and I love the contrast of the sword,’ cold with fury, and the ‘warm carmine blood’. But oh, such hubris, and he got his comeuppance in the end.

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