Another door opens. But I am so weary. Each door takes me farther from my kingdom, each threshold crossed I lose more. My troops are dead, my limbs weak, I’ve forgotten what I seek.
Eleanor, my love. I will return.
I grip my sword and step through. What demons lurk within?
Mist clouds my vision, and carries me against my will. When it clears, I am in a twisted forest of ashen trees. I call out, but only silence replies. No life breathes here, no demons lurk. I witness charred copse after charred copse, breathing in ash, until I reach a familiar meadow.
Eleanor, I am home!
But, oh! What broken dreams are these? My heart shatters with grief.
No king deserves this. I kneel upon blackened fields before my cursed kingdom, I have failed thee.
My tower is ruined, inside is a farewell note.
I sit alone with my tarnished crown upon my head, high in my silent kingdom of ash, swathed in blankets of dust, and weep upon the bones of my love.
© 2017 Occasional Dreams
In response to: FFfAW Challenge-Week of April 4, 2017
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