A Royal Death


Long live the King!

The King is dead!

Why they say that,

Runs through my head. 


Blue blood does not,

Run through their veins.

But the worship of royalty,

Still remains.


We all want something,

Larger than life.

To guide us through,

Our trouble and strife.


A royal dynasty

Has much appeal.

Create a legend,

From something real. 


But people die

And life goes on.

Feeding the legend,

That goes beyond.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull



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