The King
The King
He was the king,
Not the ideal type,
Not the one who would shout war cries,
But the one,
Who would brainstorm diplomatic ideas.
He wasn't the one to fight battles,
Unless absolutely necessary,
No, he wasn't a coward,
He just preferred peaceful solutions
Over all the gore and macabre.
He was a connoisseur
Arts and music and all that was creative -
He thrived in that niche,
Just like he thrived in the throes of politics.
He wasn't your conventional king
And would often draw controversy to himself,
With his progressive thoughts,
And his unconventional ideas.
He was a just king,
Whom people looked up to,
A kind king
Who only loved his people.
He wasn't the ideal king
Who would do the ideal job.
He was an unconventional king
Who stood by ideal principles, no matter what.