The Fallen King by: Matthew Woods, Pen and Ink on Illustration Board, 2020

Unmoved 

For he has vowed to protect at all cost,
As solid rock remains unmoved the wind. 
White as a pit from pole to pole, 
His undiluted heart is a spotless mirror. 
As fire when thrown into water is cooled down, 
His deception has brought him nothing but regrets. 
But in the thin clutch of any circumstances, 
His soul remains untouchable. 
Beyond the tears of the shades, 
Looms a man’s greatest strength.
And as he walks past his enemies,
He knows the moon is a friend too lonesome to talk to.
For he knows nothing but to protect,
Fearless like a lion.
But deviant like a true hero,
There’s no other path that leads to righteousness.