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To Be King

A soldier lay dying on the fields of blood
His past came and haunted him still
For his allies and enemies, they all came about
And upon him they forced for the kill

They’d not seen, as he had, the reasons for war
They’d not heard the rallying cry
They’d just seen the conflict, the maddening fight
And for that, they thought he should die

A country at risk, a queen on the throne
Both sides were so unaware
A traitor, a spy, the one with the knife
A man who had such little care

He saw a country to add to his name
And a queen he could call a prize
Yet he sullied his honour on forbidden fruit
And kept the queen courted with lies

Yet the soldier was told of these traitorous moves
And he felt it burn through to his soul
But he offered a rope to the treasonous wretch
To either hang, or pull free from the hole

The battlefield filled with armies that night
The traitor knew time had run out
‘Though given the means to keep honour intact
The turncoat just started to shout

With no prior to guide them, the armies advanced
As one on the soldier in sight
With his flanks pierced by friends and his chest by his foes
The soldier was losing the fight

“You try to play God” a cry came from the crowd
“You have no course for this fight!”
Yet the soldier stood ground, for he knew the whole tale
And he stood for what he thought right

The Armies fell back, the soldier was down
The battle had drawn to an end
As he lay in the mud and the blood of the scene
The soldier felt left without friend

The soldier just lay there, fading fast
On the cold and hated ground
He looked at the sky and thought of the queen
He’d never even seen her around

He knew of her name and the beauty she held
‘Though the queen knew nothing of him
He knew the armies would think something else
That he wanted to be her King

He knew he should fade back into the night
He surely didn’t want this
He had tried his best to protect the unknown
He hadn’t set out for a kiss

But as stars lit the world, a stranger approached
Through the misted fields of the night
“I give you praise, I give you thanks –
It was for me, that you put up this fight”

The soldier lay stunned, his strength coming back
As the queen drew back into the dark
Unknown to him, unknown to her
There had been a fateful spark

Yet how could a soldier speak freely to a queen
Her beauty for one left him dazed
And how could the queen speak first to him
The answer – a future betrayed

A betrayal of two lives and a the loss of a love
The birth of a new dawn and age
The start of an end with the loss of a friend
The first, though not the last page

The summers went by and the soldier fought on
‘Though he often thought of the queen
His life was now made in the shape of all else
And his past was now but a dream

He had his own troop, and army of one
His life was set on its way
Then the queen he had lost returned to the land
And the sun once more lit his way

Yet time had moved on for the soldier and the queen
The past was set solid in stone
For she had a life, and he had a life
But those lives were not just their own

So the queen and the soldier, together again
But where do they go from here?
She’ll rule her land and take her stand
And the soldier – he’ll always be near.

By Lucas Black – 10th June 2008


I used to write a lot of verse – mainly tilted towards the darker gothic. Now it is more infrequent.

The guy upstairs is having a laugh….

What’s white and sits in our kitchen and keeps the house warm?

If you said “Your boiler” you’d be wrong today….

Bugger it.

Yes, something you don’t want to go wrong at the best of times has gone wrong… right when we are financially razor edged….and the temperature outdoors is sub zero.

Now this can only prove the existence of a higher being, as explaining this as simple coincidence really doesn’t cut the grade….

…it also suggests that the higher being has a malevolent sense of humour….

I would pray for help, but I really don’t want to draw any more attention to myself whilst that higher being is in this frame of mind…

Luckily though, my diagnosis is a faulty thermocouple – and that is a cheap and easy fix. Gas boilers are very simple things – but so is a gun or a knife – so no matter how simple it is, you need to remember that one wrong move could kill you – and the family. As such, I will buy a thermocouple in and get my registered friend to check it over.

Now I have typed that out loud I can almost guarantee that I will need a complete new boiler and central heating system……

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