By the hand, the child is led into his castle.
As shadows dance round his head, he is reminded
Of what he does not understand: darkness
Flourishes where the sun is banished.
He would not be afraid to die if he knew
What it was to die. Yet he fears the night
For in those hours he remembers nothing.
Before the gates he remembers his Knights
Which he left in the field
In his practicing to be king.
He cannot go back now.
Halfway across the black ocean he awakes,
Wishing for water, yet none to drink.
His prayer forgotten, he hides under covers.