TW for a brief mention of suicide in this poem
It sounds like a story, doesn’t it?
The King’s son, and the King’s servant
but our tale has no happy endings.
You rescued me so many times–from prison,
from leaping off a bridge to my death, from
the life cloaked in secrecy I lived in the Desert.
(You didn’t expect that, did you?
That being Royalty came with a mask, and
honor meant keeping your mouth shut.)
You stayed with me through the nightmares,
ran with me through the catacombs of my fears
held my hand tightly, telling me to follow your lead.
We stood beneath the stars, and you held me close;
by the River’s edge you gave me a ring of silver, and
whispered that your Heart would always be mine.