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Tired Kingdom
In the smallest kingdom
Of the cheapest ornaments and decor
Lay the court, with tired eyes
Trying to decide the day's proceedings
The king in all his momentous grandeur
Stays so still upon his throne
Against the tower he leans
Struggling to fight the boredom
His eldest knight, lady she was
Awaits an order to stand and fight
But she found no call, just a yawn
She rests her sword and stretches a bit
The jester's eyes stayed so bright
As he fought the heavy of midday
Staring out the palace glass
Trying to find an inspired laugh
Their subjects napping, ignoring all
As the king shifts against the day
The royal order tries to wake
But sees no reason to oppose the sands
With none to question order
And none against the gates
They found their place kind of sorry
As the rest of the world kept their word
It was peace, it was tiresome
The kingdom tried to rest its head
The court found themselves cozy
And agreed to only close their eyes
The time passed by, no wars would rise
The king, the knight, the jester child
They loved those that they protected
But wished to feel like the royalty that they were
So exhausted, were they needed?
Those who served them wished them well
And so they fell, and slept so soundly
Hoping that things may be more exciting tomorrow.
