Destiny's Child

Laden in blood of her's,

He stood unhurt,

Un-scarred among the mortal cries,

As the only place he belonged was ashes,

Amidst cries and horror he was ridden,

Hidden under some stranger unknown he was,

News was heard a new king had conquered,

"Give in to the new lord or perish"was the saying,

Men of honor slaying commoners,

An every day sight.

Beckons were lit people were raged,

In the land of make belief they fought,

Women or children men or elderly,

For a change were treated as the same,

A long and terrible war was waged,

A small town of commoners they were,

Though thine honor was no common,

"Fight now or die later" was told,

Doom they had chosen as it spelled later.

Ridden hard and fast into the wilderness he was,

"Faster boy! faster!" rider called his hoarse,

Like a lightning bolt he was,

Bearing scars of fire and arrows on his body,

Rider was arched roasted by arrows was his back,

There he had the little one in his arms,

Hidden in his clock his eyes were universe,

Face so gentle angels would shy.

The rider died and the hoarse finally gave up,

Both crumbled onto ground beside the road,

His destiny apart from an known death,

Armies rolled clatter of steel was heard,

King had come riding his horse leading upfront,

A fallen horse and a man a child was seen,

His eyes filled in remorse he lept on them,

A silence nobody ticked a silent cry was heard,

Oh! the mighty lord was broken in devastation,

Held the little one in his hand he was stunned,

What the war had done,

Right or wrong were shunned,

" Let there be no more wars" he promised self,

His destiny had called it seemed,

"This child would be my first magistrate" he said,

"Like child you shall be to me "he grinned in smile under the sun.