A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

At the end of his life
The king walks the walls of his kingdom
Sadness pouring off him like fog.
He’s been murdered.
His life cut short by a man who
He likely loved and trusted.
He has a right to be angry
But as he walks over the parapets
He fills the space with a terrifying air of despair.

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