The King and All His People

In his country, he's king,
He is Lord of Them All,
And the people, they sing,
And his praises they call.
He is never shown harm,
By the neighboring tribes,
He just uses his charm,
Without violence or bribes.
It's a kingdom at peace,
It's a land without care,
But one rumor won't cease,
There's something in the air.

In the darkness, one night,
Someone stepped through the gates,
They weren't looking to fight,
There was talk of The Fates.
This stranger did not stop,
With feet pounding the floor,
Passing each inn and shop,
Reaching the palace door.
The guest then met a sentry,
And bowed politely low,
To be permitted entry,
And promptly did go.

In this most sacred ground,
Arriving at the court,
One knock did resound,
And it broke every thought.
Being smart and exact,
The king took his guest's cloak,
But this one humble act,
Would old feelings evoke.

Candlelight did race,
For to cover her hair,
As the king caught her face,
He battled not to stare.
She was so young and pale,
Like the angels above,
And the king's heart did fail,
To stop falling in love.
As she stood in that room,
Awaiting the king's word,
Air stifled, like a tomb,
And not one sound was heard.
She walked down the long hallway,
And she sat on the throne,
With a gait that did say,
That the world was her own.

Next day, and with pleasure,
People did gather round,
For they heard some new treasure,
Their much loved king had found.

He stood outside the palace,
All his subjects to glimpse,
He announced, without malice,
He was henceforth a prince.
He renounced his old title,
In one long night, he'd seen,
That to him, it was vital,
They were led by a queen.

Then the prince bowed down low,
And he gave up his land,
Never to let go,
Of a pale, young hand.