The Prize

A Poem by kenny

The battle's fought and won,
and I'm now the only one.
I fought hard, I earned my place,
I ran hard enough to win the race.
I crushed kings, and the so called leaders of the land,
I held the world in the palm of my hand.
I am the only one,
the God of Kingdom Come,
but yet the spoils go to another,
and I am left alone to wonder.
How someone who truly should have won,
lost.

Soon I'll get fed up enough to just take the prize.
F**k rules.