Kings Don't Cry

by Izzati Rahman

When the sun sets,

I take off my armour,

I take off my crown.

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I let go of my limbs,

to feel the nakedness of the soul.

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I leave my sword at the door.

.. “No use for defences now.”

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Because when the sun sets,

When fathers return home

And when mothers greet them

You become invisible.

Invisible.

Leave your sword at the door.

Because no one is coming.

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When the sun sets,

The world darkens,

My scars come out.

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When the sun sets,

At the blinding darkness,

At the howling of the wolves,

I let out a sigh,

And I brush off the tears.

I hold on to my cape,

In the loneliness of the eclipse,

The cape is the only thing left.

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The cape.

Which blanketed my fears,

And kept me warm.

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“Sleep tight thyself.”

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Because when the sun comes up,

When the darkness is gone,

You will put on your armour,

With your red cape flowing,

At your back.

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You'll put on the crown,

You'll smile.

You’ll be King again.

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And Kings don’t cry.