My flight continued
I had no desire at all for the throne
The crown had seemed to me a thing of the distant past.
I was relishing this adventure with mixed feelings
‘Where am I heading towards?’ I wondered
The pressures of the crown
The glamour of the throne
The fame, the honour
The pomp, the pageantry
None of these even crossed my mind.
I was zooming my way forwards
With supersonic delight
The farther I went
The more territory there was to traverse
Echoes on the horizon
Became more appealing and inviting.
I became conscious
Of the vast expanse of territory I had covered
Perhaps light years away.
No sooner did I start enjoying my trip
Than things began to take a dramatic turn
My flight was punctuated by a struggle
The voices I heard on the horizon
Were voices of men in black and white.
As I surged forwards
I beheld these men obstructing my path
As I got closer to them
It became clear that my journey had come to a halt.
‘You belong to us,’ one whispered
And another, but this time louder
This sent a wave of fear to my whole being.
Suddenly, I lost the speed
And came to an abrupt halt
I found myself right in front of an anxious pack
I struggled to find the appropriate words
And helpless I stood, speechless.
Out of the yonder blue a man emerged
Clad in a flowing gown of sparkling white
And he cleared my path away to proceed.
Copyright 2010 Kingsley Y. Amoah
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