The Shadow King

In the brilliance of evening

When the Sun dips her royal head

And kisses some spot on the horizon, far over the water

The sky blushes


In the brilliance of evening

Along a narrow stretch of beach

There is a castle, such a glorious castle!

Such turrets, such towers carved out of the coarse sand

Its moat and battlements attacked by the ever-rising tide

A castle, defended oh so bravely

By the silhouette of a slender boy

In the brilliance of evening

The sand, and slender hands,

They are no match for the ocean

And the water washes away any trace of a palace

The Sun turns her back on the truth

Leaving behind stars, sand, and sea

And one little boy skipping down the beach.


But the Shadow King--

He'll be back tomorrow. 

The End

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