About: I wrote this song about a long dead king that the main characters of my fantasy series “The Comrades of the Sword” are descended from.

Lyrics: In days long past, where legends tread, A king there was, his realm widespread. His throne beneath the sky’s wide dome, In a land that he called home.

His crown was wrought of oak and thorn, And in his eyes, the light of morn. His laughter rang through hall and field, A heart unbroken, never to yield.

His cloak was spun from evening’s light, His sword as sharp as winter’s bite. The rivers knew his voice and name, In every brook, his fame aflame.

He walked among the common folk, Shared their bread, their fires stoked. In every village, every town, His deeds a jewel in his crown.

With hands that held both plow and spear, In times of peace, in times of fear. He knew the seasons’ ebb and flow, The fields to reap, the seeds to sow.

Under stars, he’d often stride, His heart as wide as heaven wide. He knew each stone, each tree, each hill, Bound to the land by his own will.

But time, it weaves a subtle thread, And kings, like men, to time must wed. His days of youth, like leaves, did fall, Yet still, his voice rang strong and tall.

In memory now, that king of yore, Walks the land forevermore. In tales told by the fireside light, In whispers of the wind at night.

So raise a glass to days gone by, To the king beneath the ancient sky. In every heart, his story sings, In lands of old, the king of kings.

A human touch in every line, A tale as old as the ivy’s vine. In songs and stories, let him live, For legends, like love, are ours to give.

So raise a glass to days gone by, To the king beneath the ancient sky. In every heart, his story sings, In lands of old, the king of kings.

In every heart, his story sings, In lands of old, the king of kings. The king of kings, forevermore, Beneath the sky, his spirit soars.

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