King, Fester Me Not.

Hurtled- out of a midnight-black sky with the stars.

A true King- crown him and put him in the books with the Czars.

I captured him- but was I just a salve for his scars?

A true Leader- he had been birthed by the red planet, Mars.

I flung him back into the sky. And I said my goodbyes from afar…

This is still a bit painful. I’m going to stop- for now.