The skeptre

Drip, drip, drip

Something dropped from nowhere

Its sound fell with the heartbeat

I felt weak

I clutched firmly to the skeptre

Involuntarily

My hand flew to my forehead

I touched something wet

It smelt blood

The smell was overbearingly strong.

 

I began drifting to sleep

The action uncontrollable and with urgency

I could not tell time and position

"Where was I?"

"What happened?"

I was going fast

My energy concentrated on the skeptre

 

Soon I was oblivious of anything

I felt the skeptre drop to the ground

"Was I doing?"

In the distance the war cry sounded

Is life worthy fighting for

Here I am

The king to be

Lying in a pool of blood

The skeptre of power on the ground.