THE KING He ruled w...
THE KING
He ruled with iron, stone and a consummate throne, Disciples crawling out of gardens of bliss, Shucked shells and opulent riddles, cannot resist, Here Babylons and banquets exist.
A ruler with grace, Kingdom flourished in a golden age, Overall all he pervade,
"I bid my time, My wish, my desire to reign over all that's mine, My years in the shadows, behind castle walls, The loyalty of assassins, I cloaked them in golden shawls."
His paradise perished away, His kingdom now lies in the mist, It's fate sealed with a sickly sweat kiss, Loved by his people, friend of the many, Amongst the rubble a legacy, His jewels ransacked, and his throne now empty,
An army's trophies in scraps, My time has come, Desolation in the dusts of war Surround as I rise.
The remnants of a paradise that lies like rotten fruit on rusted platters, it's raw, It's black in the skies.
Now it's all that I pervade and the kingdom remains, Ascension, a King at the coronation.
At the end of a blade, For my kingdom will prosper, And the throne, it's mine.
By Laurence Fuller, 2022 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art/web3