For this one, you must keep a future king, and yourself, from being doomed.
PULP COUPLET II (any gender, late life)
Reach for it, young squire.
They may call you a liar.
But when you pull again
They'll see right there and then
That you have freed the sword.
You shall soon be adored
And later crowned a king.
But mind the serpent's sting:
Your sister by another
Will try to trick you, brother.
And then am I to fall;
A near-god made to crawl.
So reach for it, young squire
But once you are called Sire
Keep caution more than now;
Suspicious be thy brow.
Do I the same right here?
I thrill in this, I fear.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"