Old man by the fire
Keep it stoked
Burning souls like wood
Only for the greater good
Beard dry and frayed
Darkness keeping you afraid
That’s all you feel
Fading like the fire
You fought so hard to feed
With rusting crown
And burning sword
A pile of ash
Is all you hoard
Protect the fire
Keep it lit
Until the heir
Rekindles it
A Life in Poems 