exile

the fiery sun beats down upon the sand,
a fallen king sits taking its abuse.
trapped in places no one understands,
his worth has faded from the years of use.
the time he’s spent here all amounts to naught,
frozen in the fires by the sea,
and, wrapped up in his solitary thoughts,
he’s stuck in limbo for eternity.
and over time he slowly fades away,
a shadow of the man he used to be.
the sand grows higher every single day,
and soon there will be nothing left to see,
unless some kindred soul’s haphazard glance
can catch the glint of bronze and take the chance.