The king spent the night, naked in weather cold
Having neither fire nor his princess hand to hold
Opened eyes as a dewdropp touched his cheek
Knew not he was in heaven or on a high peak
Saw waves of sea, miles down, in moonlight
Knew nothing, what else, ahead, he had to fight
Crawling on the trunk, he reached the roots
A bolt from the blue! Lost one of his boots
Reached he, to an unknown cave mouth
That could end either in the north or south
A dreadful cave it appeared from outside
Had no choice, the poor lad, could not avoide
He entered the cave, like a child to a dark room
Shaking all over, weeping silently in gloom
Walked hastily, towards a light, from a corner afar
Kept moving, walking slowly, in heart a hope
But as the light widened, smiled and did lope
His hears caught voices, of some creatures strange
But nothing still in light dim, in vision's range
He was sure; there in the cave he was not alone
To use as a weapon, he lifted a hard sharp stone
Jahan Zaib 30/12/2012
In our life we are the Kings and Queen, either you and me and him and her.... and to rule our life is by our mind...how develop our life is how much we control and reign our soul for life....better or no...somehow challenge is anywhere so be hold to you crown to rule your life, without much attacked by hurt of mistaken heart and order...and we may be a Kings and Queen but we are under the One Kingdom of Ultimate King, and He rules everything_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh again, he is in trouble! Please let him be ok! ! ! ! He has been through quite enough! ; -0