King

No throne, no courtiers

But he was the king of his wonderland

Protecting his realm from the monsters unknown

He marked the boundaries with sacred mantras

Now the city is safe

King can sleep finally

No more terrible things, then he heard her footsteps

Mumma see I’ve killed those monsters, he screamed with joy

I’ve killed them all

A thundering slap landed on his rosy cheeks

“Boy what have you done on these freshly painted walls?”

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