Poem -
King of Kings
Look on my countless riches,
My mountains of gravel, and dust.
Gaze on my sprawling kingdom,
My cities of dirt, and rust.
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Stand at the foot of my temple,
And praise the mouldy walls.
Wander my wondrous castle,
And honour the empty halls.
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I rule over all my subjects
With a fist of rot and crows.
All the woods and all the flowers,
And the ashes on which they grow.
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Now kneel before my throne,
And kiss my withered rings.
This wealth in my possession,
The hoard of the King of Kings.
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Comments
Rory!!! Right up there with your best ever in my mind!!! I can't praise this enough for its brilliant lines, rhyme and the palpable sense of ... what?
dissapointment? Contempt? Utter... something I can't put my finger on but can fully identify with... really excellent mate X
Oh, thanks for all of that, but this is my first publish and I donât figure Iâm the guy you think I am. Whatever the case, thank you. Much appreciated.
Lol sorry... thought you were someone else. What I said still stands đ
Thanks!
OOOOH ... I like this. I love it. And I am not entirely sure what its about. So, it must be good x
Hello Rory...
Sounds like something a Karmic would say...
It shouldn't be long and your Book will be in the Store window listed as #1 New York Best Seller...
I remember before they went common...
I'm just in the habit of reaching up I guess...
Short people have to stretch a lot as it is or be really good at climbing...
I haven't seen anyone carrying a Step Ladder everywhere they go...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
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