The King

Sitting upon his throne.
He remembers his children.
All fallen to the ocean of the dead.
He knows more shall fall later.
But one child will not give up.
He is the black sheep.
The king is determined.
To rid himself of this menace.
Try as he might.
The child does not fall.
Sweat dripping from his head.
The king continues his push against the child.
Many hours later.
The child falls.
The king can finally breath easy.
The fight is over.
The child.
Like many before him.
Is lost to the ocean of the dead.