Creative Writing Pieces

Royalty

the red hue of the petals

show among the rest,

with the dreary commoners around

it is easy to spot royalty.

the shaking shoulders of the poor

when they cry out in pain,

the higher court looks down

from their hillside perches.

as winter’s wrath begins

the penniless freeze,

while the high born dine with

extravagant delicacies and heat

from the flames of  privilege.

war has fallen upon the land,

the weak are suited up for battle

in the front lines as buffers,

who are said to protect the King

but who had died just for the hell of it.

royalty is a birthright to those lucky few,

surrounded by love, hate and bloodshed,

for the thin-boned and fragile

but for the broad and strong.

the one who can heft a sword into battle,

he who wears a crown,

who has been chosen to be King.