Return

“Will they ever come back?” The boy asked.

There was no response but only pitiful eyes staring back at him,

Helpless and hopeless, he walked inside alone

Sat on the throne his father left empty

He waited for their return, for months

And when they returned

Deceased, slaughtered on the battlefield

He put on the armour and rode off with his soldiers

His little brother stood there and asked with hopeful eyes

“When will he return?”

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