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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #2213418
A tale of treachery and survival
In the distant land of Emerald Bay
there lived a gentle queen.
She ruled the mountains and the coast
and all the lands between.

She ruled with fairness and respect;
the people were content.
They greeted her with joyous smiles
most everywhere she went.

She waited for the king’s return.
It had been three long years
since he went off to fight the wars
and left her with her tears.

And then one day the times did change
and every thing went black.
She never saw the treachery
until that sneak attack.

The castle hid behind high walls
way up upon a hill.
The queen was kept within a room,
locked up against her will.

A trusted earl had locked her up
and sat upon the throne.
Unless the king returned some day
the queen would die alone.

The earl who stole the crown from her
was a cruel and evil man
who ruled the subjects of the realm
with a hard and ruthless hand.

But far away on foreign soil
the real king lay in bed.
Still wounded from the wars he fought
they almost called him dead.

He heard what happened to his home
and grieved for his dear wife.
In spite of all the wounds he had
he strived to keep his life.

His army was depleted too;
so many men were gone.
They couldn’t battle anymore.
They couldn’t carry on.

And so they left for Emerald Bay.
They marched both day and night.
They struggled as they plodded on.
It was a dismal sight.

Through many months of grueling pain
they were at last nearby.
But they could not attack the earl;
they knew they couldn’t try.

They couldn’t try to fight him yet.
He had the upper hand.
So they would have to bide their time
and live off of the land.

Some townsfolk heard about the king
and they came to his aid.
They brought him food and nursed him too.
Not one asked to be paid.

They knew that when the king was well
and when the time was right,
he would reclaim his rightful throne
and reassert his might.

Then he would set the good queen free
and peace would reign again.
But he would need more time to heal.
The question was still when.

At last the king had healed enough,
his warriors now strong.
They had to overthrow the earl
and right this awful wrong.

The queen heard that the king was back.
Some servants were her spies.
A message from the king reached her.
She sent him a reply.

She warned him of the castle force
and where he should attack.
If he could feint a frontal charge,
the weak point was the back.

The king charged with his fearless knights.
The earl was not prepared.
He never thought he could be beat;
he thought no one would dare.

When challenged by the mighty king
the earl faced sure defeat.
His soldiers turned and ran away.
They made a fast retreat.

The king released his noble wife,
unlocked her from that room.
Now she was safe and sound again;
it would not be her tomb.

The people cheered the king and queen.
The kingdom was now free.
But what became of the bad earl?
Where could that traitor be?

The earl now wore a jester’s face;
he lurked in his disguise,
to bide his time till his return
when once more he’d arise.

A wise man came to see the king
and warned him to take care.
He'd had a vision in his sleep,
a vision he must share.

“Beware the evil you can’t see,
the one that lies in wait;
the one that hides within your walls
and may decide your fate.”

So even though the threat was low,
a shadow lingered there.
Until that evil earl was caught
there was some trace of fear.

The king and queen were vigilant,
on guard both day and night.
They would not rest while he was free.
They kept defenses tight.

And then one day the queen observed
the jester’s evil eyes.
And in a moment she was sure;
she saw through his disguise.

The jester knew the game was up.
He turned around to flee.
The king made sure that he was caught
before he could run free.

They took the earl and locked him up.
The dungeon holds him now.
And Emerald Bay is safe at last
… ‘till next time anyhow

I’d like to say that they lived long
without some storms and gales,
but “happily-ever-aftering”
is just a fairy tale.

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