Running It hurts to breathe, But I keep running, I create a pace, A thumping beat, It feels good to run, Although I don't know, What I’m running from, Maybe my fears, Of falling, Of men, Of dying, Mayb...

The King The king, twenty-three years of age, is being praised for the battle he has led against the enemy. The people cheer and cry in joy as they sing the newfound songs about his name. A smile brings itself upon the king’s...