I checked out for the night,
Thanked the manager,
And went back to my room.
The pay here was good,
In a few weeks,
I could pay for my own room's rent.
But that's not for long,
Once I get my adventure license,
I'll be gone.
My meals were from the pub,
But before this,
I'd grow any food I could.
A pathetic gardener,
But when you're starving,
Anything tastes good.
I never had family,
For all my life,
I've been alone in slums.
But that fateful day changed it;
I was finally free,
But I still dreamt.
Who was at my house that day?
I had forgotten,
I was still "running".
Maybe that's where my fears emerged,
The thought of going back,
Scared me so.
That's why I'll get stronger,
And become a hero,
To end poverty.
Our king is so corrupt,
The classes are so tipped,
In his court's favor.
Overthrow a king?
A man can dream,
But I'm so far away from that.
Lying on my bed,
I lost track of time;
I had left Armes waiting.
I put my casual clothes on,
And locked the door,
Running down the stairs.
I hope this training,
Makes me forget,
All the overthinking I did.
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The Three Blessed Kings
PoetryOnly the power of the "Three Blessed Kings" can restore peace and prosperity to this corrupt kingdom. Explore a vast array of landscapes while enjoying the novel's unique use of the Haiku style format. Truly a passion product.
