The Man Who Would Be King

           

The Man Who Would Be King

There once was an angel

He had been on Earth for a long time

He had witnessed the birth of civilizations

Had seen Cain, Abel and the tower of Babel

He carried the weight of the world

On his back and strained shoulders

He had felt pain, sadness and anger

But he kept holding on, believing it made him stronger

He had survived the most dangerous battles

Between Heaven and Hell, demons and angels

But in the end, for his life

He had paid the heaviest of prices

For now all he felt was loneliness

All of his friends were long gone

He had trouble filling in the emptiness

And only wished his heart would turn to stone

He could now see all the ugly

The war, the crime, the hate

He so desperately wanted to fix it

But he had lost all his faith

Still, he had tried

Made his choices

Picked a side

He had thought they needed a leader

In the end, he acted as their Grim Reaper

His actions causing death and harm to others

Now the world was broken

And he had tried to do the right thing

The angel had fallen

He had only been the man who would be king

- t.d