A Broken Bone

There you sit up high on your throne
Playing with your suitors by throwing a bone
I stood alone letting it fly by
Watching the weakest ones start to cry

Two of your suitors gnawed the bone in half
As I still stood alone and started to laugh
The price the winners paid left them bloody
Limping up the stairs ugly and muddy

As the Queen’s champion I blocked their sway
Only one man can pass by me this way
Two are stronger than one they spoke aloud
They took me down quickly and pleased the crowd

Now there’s two champions one on either side
No bones thrown now since the Queen’s satisfied
Covered with rotten food the Queen let me live
Showing her satisfaction for what I once did

© 2013 Michael Yost 02/16

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