Author Information
The Boy King.
The Boy King.
The King sat in his chambers and pondered,
Only his closest slaves were near.
He felt to young to rule.
Anxiety ruled his head.
“Am I a King above all people,
Or just a man amongst men?”
“A master of all or just a subject of freemen ,
Do I have ultimate power or total servitude?”
“Am I honoured by all or hated by everyone?”
“Do I have your loyalty or loathing?”
“Am I a King or your slave?”
“Privileged in my own poverty of worthlessness.”
The Boy King hung his head.
“Is there any difference,
I wonder…”
