To Become A King

To Become A king Look over yonder hill sir knight, The heart of youth has taken flight. My mind no longer innocent, My hand in yours is so content. A child torn by battle field, You’ve taken on to be my shield. The blood upon the grass, You washed away with your caress. I was left for dead, In my war-made bed. But like a hero from the dark, You saved me on your crusade lark. In return- my dedication, Marriage to the nation. Sheena Allen March 07